Except our was like… sunken. You know?
But our carpet was green shag (like grass) and we had a philodendron and that was us. I was 8 and then 9.
And this was like my uncle John’s living room, looking down over Albuquerque, from a house made of circles. I still think about him every day; nuclear physicist, car-lover. The room is missing the piano, and the records.
He wants me to wax the Miata. I want to do that too.
(Don’t ask me what Ferry was doing with that guitar.)
These designs are perfect; I want to build every single one of them.
Swoon! This is Bill and I, dancing to Roxy Music on some fabulous beach in some exotic place.
And here we are repeating the action in the beautiful apartment we will rent in some sparkling city.
When people say the word “cabin” they (sadly) rarely mean cabin. But this rather uncabin-like cabin is the best cabin ever. I am so inspired by this.
Thanks to Bette Cohen for the link!