I also found a vintage suitcase, which I used to use to use to store photos and keepsakes. I had forgotten about most of those photos, so it was fun to see them after 13 years in the attic.
I like looking at photos of my old apartment on Broadway drive, and impress myself with how much work I did with so little money on that old shack.
My mother and I painted every inch of the place, wallpapered extensively and sanded down the floors (which had been painted over for a hundred years) we replaced glass in windows that had been painted black (who needs curtains, right? ) we put a drain board in the kitchen and shelving underneath to create a countertop.... It was a dump when I moved in, and a pretty spiffy dump when I left in 1991. I am pretty impressed with my 19 year old self, and my handywoman skills!
|this red futon was the first piece of furniture I ever bought, it cost $200 and I thought I had lost my mind.|
|The poodle was a gift from an old boyfriend, the poodle stayed with me for 17 years, the boyfriend was gone within two.|