I spent the first three years of my thirties living in a 100+ year old apartment with five gazillion windows (actual number, I counted) with the intent of making it a glamorous bachelorette pad, but instead unintentionally decorating with cat fur and empty beer bottles. My friend Carol lovingly dubbed it “The Pussy Pad” (because of my cats, y’all). As my building as been sold, and I’m moving to a new place, I’ve decided to turn my new apartment into a space I love as opposed to just a place where my clothes live on the floor.
Old apartment photos
New apartment layout (coming soon)
Apartment tour (coming soon)