In Which My Bathroom Becomes Dramatically Better

I am blessed with an amazing bathroom.  It is about the size of the bedroom from my previous apartment, and it has his and her sinks.  That’s right – my Manhattan bathroom has TWO SINKS!  Sometimes I brush my teeth in one and the wash my face in the other one because it just feel so luxurious!  What makes me particularly appreciate all this space is that the bathroom in my last apartment was the tiniest one I have ever seen.  It was literally like an airplane bathroom, so small that washing one’s hair was made difficult by the fact that the shower was so narrow it was hard to extend your elbows more than 6 inches from your body.

So I love my new bathroom, but when we moved in it was really boring-looking:

Before - blech

Before – blech

A while ago, a friend recommended that I start reading the Manhattan Nest blog, and I adore it.  Daniel’s style is so clean and impeccably beautiful, and his writing is so witty and fun.  When I was still living in my old apartment, I found this post of his about painting his bathroom and swooned and fantasized that it was exactly how I would paint my bathroom if ever given one big enough to paint.  Then I moved into my current apartment, and serendipitously, the tiles and fixtures were exactly the same color scheme as his!  So I ran out and bought the same paint, Benjamin Moore “Graphite” in matte, and got to work.  I might add that this was done in the face of protests from my husband, but I promised him it would look amazing and now he agrees:



I love it love it love it, and now my shower in the morning feels so much more dramatic.


It Begins: Beautiful New Furniture!

I don’t remember the first time I saw a Saarinen tulip table, but I know I’ve wanted one just about forever.  I hate clutter, so Eero Saarinen was a man after my own heart, once stating his intentions in designing the tulip collection thusly: “The undercarriage of chairs and tables in a typical interior makes an ugly, confusing, unrestful world. I wanted to clear up the slum of legs.”


Also, entertaining is literally my favorite thing to do in the whole world.  So a couple of months ago when my husband and I finally had the space and were ready to buy our first grown-up furniture, we set our hearts on a big, marble-topped tulip table around which to gather all our friends.  We picked Bertoia-style wire chairs to go with it, because tulip chairs felt like too much and I love how little visual space the wire chairs occupy.


Love, love, love our happy new dining space.

Living the Dream

In movies set in New York City, the characters – even the ones who are supposed to be poor – usually live in fabulously spacious apartments with charming details like exposed brick and 12-foot ceilings. Exhibit A: in the Lindsay Lohan movie “Just My Luck,” which came out in 2006 and which I embarrassingly paid money to see in the theater with my roommate at the time, the Lohan character is supposed to be a 24-year-old employee at some kind of PR agency and she lives in this stunner of an apartment:

Ha, please! Let me just say that this is not feasible. In my seven years in Manhattan, I have lived in five apartments, the worst of which was a teensy, kitchenless, cockroach-and-mouse-infested studio on the Upper West Side that I got to pay $1500 a month for the privilege of inhabiting. Subsequently, I lived in the fabulous and incredible neighborhood of Greenwich Village in an apartment with a big private patio – but the apartment itself was so tiny that when a friend came over and asked me how much I paid in rent, she literally burst into laughter. So while I’ve lived in some amazing neighborhoods, I’ve never been that excited about any of the actual apartments I’ve lived in in New York City – until now.

On out most recent apartment search, my husband and I decided we would open our minds and consider leaving our beloved Village in the name of no longer living in a shoebox. We got married over a year ago and all our wedding gifts are still languishing in my parents’ attic in Virginia. Anyway, the minute I walked into this loft in the Financial District, I knew it was The One. It was bright! Spacious! It had exposed brick, 14-foot ceilings, and a loft above the bedroom that I could use as an office (hubby wants to use the loft as a hookah den, but we haven’t resolved that negotiation yet)! It actually had a full-size fridge in the kitchen, as opposed to a mini-fridge! I knew my husband would love it too, so we signed a lease and moved in a week ago.

Now I get to live the dream of decorating this gem, and I cannot wait to get started. I have my work cut out for me; the place is looking pretty sparse for now.

Since I can’t contain my excitement about living in a real, adult apartment for the first time and embarking upon decorating it like an actual grown-up would, I will be documenting my efforts here. Stay tuned.