Where the magic happens. The light was too dim to get a nice shot of outside, but there’s so much greenery and nice smelling plants and growing things that I sometimes forget I’m in Manhattan. The map is of Tokyo.
I had to go all the way to the 99 cent emporium in Midtown to find alphabet magnets that weren’t like $29829281. Simmy (aka Simz now since we ran out of letters…) is the third roommate. She doesn’t have a blog because she’s smarter than I am. Fiona picked up the Vampire party flyer and is determined to make it one night.
You have no idea how much work went into condensing my stuff into this thing. And…erm, there’s a mirror attached to the third door, so it’s not like some Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe type shit is going on (though, gah I wish).
My mother made me take this sewing kit to college and this fat little dude has been through some pretty heinous jobs. I spent the other day mending this shirt that had split open from the neck down to the bottom hem.
The jewels (and the infamous man specs).