I confess that I'm a sucker for design shows and I have secret love for Martha Stewart. But we don't have a t.v. and I can't really justify the cost of Martha's mag, especially given that it's jammed full of ideas I know I'll never execute and recipes I'll probably never cook; basically, it's domesticity porn. (Though I did once make Martha's recipe for Meyer lemon cake for Mr. L's birthday. Lemon cake, lemon icing, lemon curd, candied lemon slices; absolutely worth the days of lemon manipulation it required.) So how does a girl with a secret domesticity fetish get her fix?
Well, aside from tittering away at Nigella Lawson on Youtube and taking Jamie Oliver books out from the library, what I did was whine for months about my studio space and how crammed full of stuff it was and how impossible it was to keep clean and other silly things I have no business complaining about. And now that Mr. L has some time on his hands, he did for me the most wonderful thing. Behold! Five 3' x 5' wall-mounted shelving units. Better than a diamond, am I right ladies?
Now all the many, many things that used teeter precariously while piled up on my desk or few narrow little shelves are up on the walls and I have so muck desk space I could tap dance on them (my desks were also custom-built by mister L. back in the summer, so they line the whole room). There's also one in the dining room which now doubles as my packing room. A certain little black cat who loves small, enclosed spaces is delighted by all the new little cubbies - I think he thinks they were made especially for him.