Housekeeping.

Eloise can keep the Plaza. After living in a hotel (albeit one of New York's swankier establishments) for over a week all I wanted was the familiarity of home. Room service is effing tiring after a while, you know?

Now we're moved back in. And though everything smells like paint and polyurethane, it's good to be back where I belong.

dear valentine's day,

i kind of think you're full of crap. just wanted to let you know.

Sartorial prediction.

I think monocles are going to be the new ironic mustache.

Stupid question

I have now twice tried, and failed, to get something posted on Apartment Therapy's "Good Question" page. Am I missing something obvious?