so we’re shacking up, and now comes the fun part: integrating our various stuff into a composite that works.

this should be interesting; as I explained it to a friend earlier, she can’t come over for about a month–it will take that long to have resolved the creative differences in aesthetic that result when you marry swedish architect minimalism seasoned with world travel weaving festish with DIY craft queen who lived a little too close to the Goodwill for her own good.

ahem.

On the plus side, the kitchen is sorted, and since we have two decks, washer/dryer in unit, dishwasher, water purification thingy built in, and an entire floor just for _stuff_, I’ll not complain.

Though that Morphine/Chuthulu poster will be the death of me..