About two months ago, I accepted a job as an AmeriCorps VISTA at a non-profit in Wichita, KS. So here I am, back in the Midwest for at least a year. My apartment is adorable, by the way. It might be the most adorable apartment in all of Wichita, maybe the world. I asked really important questions before I agreed to rent it, questions like, “Those walls are staying purple, right?” I didn’t even ask how long the lease was until after I agreed to rent it. That’s a true story, by the way. Once again, aesthetics trump common sense.
My very adorable kitchen. I’ve stocked it with clementines and embarrassingly cheap tea.
Here’s a true fact: I don’t own any furniture. Yesterday, though, I became the proud owner of a lamp and two orange chairs that I think used to be church pews. I immediately had to tell someone about my fab orange chairs.
Me: EL! Look at my orange chairs!
Eleanor: Those are the ugliest chairs ever.
One of my completely fabulous chairs.