you’ll be dancin’ once again

By popular requests…more pics of my new apartment.

The apartment is white. Stark white. Sanitarium white. White walls, white carpet, white blinds. So what better to jump out than a red chair (Poang, IKEA, $79.99) and a red ottoman (Walmart, $29.98). Note the absolute absence of a TV. Have to fix that before Dancing with the Stars!

The glider was my Grandmother’s. The breakfast nook features red placemats and red napkins in one of my hella expensive Longaberger baskets. I’m going to try to always keep daisies here. Love daisies. Love em!

The table is also from IKEA and cost $29.99. I picked the red legs because, well, red’s cool! The yellow “K” cost me 97 cents at Walmart. Still trying to figure out a good setup for my webcam. Note presence of Wawa hoagie, Diet Mtn. Dew and Mouseketeer Mickey with tabard and rapier. I’m SUCH a geek. Guys will flock to me now, I’m sure.

This is my bathroom. Everything in this place is Holy White except the tile. This coral tile is the same exact tile in the bathroom in the house I grew up in. In fact, Mom just had it broken out of the bathroom a few months back. And here it is again. Rather than downplay the weirdness of the color, I bought a fugly $5.99 shower curtain at Target with orange, pink, and coral acid-trippy swirls and a fugly box of Kleenex. Embrace the ugly! Note the Bactine for continued care of the navel ring.

Chicka-pow-wow! It’s my disheveled bedroom featuring Kronk the bear that gets around. Longtime LadyGypsy.net readers will recognize it as the Guest Room from Hell. Furniture from IKEA.

They are really pissed at me. REALLY pissed. That’s Charlie’s posterior and Misty’s anterior underneath my bed. Oh my God…they are SO very INTENSELY angry with me. Misty yowled the whole way here last night. Charlie yowled until I started singing ABBA songs to him. I think Charlie’s gay. But that’s okay. “Now we’re old and gray, Fernando…for many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand…”

Moving was mostly done on Saturday. My parents were absolute heroes to me on a very very tough day. And Baron vonPlaque and I are still on good terms. It can be done.

By the way, I had an appointment with an Ear, Nose & Throat guy today and it turns out my suspicions were correct: I have mild hearing loss in my left ear.

I am SUCH a dish. I really am.