Cool rain soaked days here in the gleaming metropolis. I’m thinking this weather is about 25 times more awesome than warm & sunny. Maybe 50 times.
I’m still crushing on orange…
For 8 years I’ve been driving by a hardwood floor place in Lincoln Heights on my way to school. I even took photos of the shop front’s handpainted sign. Dreaming, imagining, wanting to rip up this carpet and have glossy warm wood under my feet. Well. It’s happening. Soon the demolition will begin. The carpet will get ripped up by the root. Lovely warm natural oak planks wedged into place. I sort of can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. I can feel Moss Cottage smiling all around me. And tonight I’m going to wrap this old house around me like a warm blanket, tuck in, and read while the raindrops fall on the tin awning over the porch. Then maybe I’ll pad around and imagine all that beautiful wood shining up at me.
Shhhhhh don’t tell the cat posse.