my house is me and i am it

1075395_953829920068_303375294_o.jpg This photo is from August 1, 2013, the first night Greg and I spent in our apartment on Hoxsey Street. Today we are officially moved out, and moved into our first house.

That apartment was the first place we lived together. It’s where we lived when we got engaged. It’s where we spent our wedding weekend with several guests staying over in every nook and cranny– one of the best weekends of my life. It’s where we grew our family by adding two kittens, and also where we learned our family would be growing even more with the addition of a human baby. The first home Giles ever had. The first place I lived in that my mom never saw.


I never thought I’d buy a house. From my first night in New York City at age eighteen I knew I’d be an apartment gal for life, always renting, always ready to be on the move, not having to fix things like plumbing, calling the electric company when the pilot light went out.

Greg convinced me a house was the right move, and I started to understand why it might be nice. Rent money just disappears, this is an investment. More space for cats and babies. A yard. Painting the walls any crazy color I want. Putting more of ourselves into our space.

Now all our stuff is here, in our house. The walls are painted. Greg is hard at work on remodeling projects. The neighborhood is full of kids and quiet and crickets and an ice cream truck that comes around.

unnamed.jpg My mom’s paintings are hung. I hope she’s here, in the brightly colored walls and skeletons and songs and food we will eventually cook once the kitchen is done.

In both of these photos I am wearing the same pair of choo-choo overalls, that once belonged to my mom, now cutoff into shorts.

My house is me and I am it. My house is where I like to be and it looks like all my dreams.
~ Mr. Plumbean (The Big Orange Splot)

apartment drawing – Thomas Street

apartment drawing - thomas streetI’m about to move again. Into a bigger place, with my boyfriend. I’ve lived alone for almost two years, in two different studio apartments. This place has been good for me and I will miss it, the same way I will miss this time of living alone which has been different than any other time in my life.

This new time that’s beginning is good too, and I’m ready to move into it.


Farewell Apt. Drawings #2

(See #1: work space)

Second installment of my farewell apartment drawings: the bathroom. I’d never drawn a bathroom before and I kept putting it off thinking it was going to be too hard for me, with all that perspective and the toilet, the tub, etc. Just too much! But then it came to me rather easily, as I looked at the space and moved the pencil on the paper. I love when drawing is like that: the drawing is already there– I am just excavating it with pen and pencil.

(ps – the “cat art” is by Katie Armstrong.)

Farewell Apt. Drawings #1

I’m moving next week! My new apartment is a 2 minute walk from this one, so not a huge move, but this place has been really important for me. For the past 9 months I’ve been living in my very first alone apartment, and that has changed my life in a way. Or maybe several ways. It’s a beautiful place, and I have loved living here.

While I’ve already done several drawings of things in this apartment, this week I am making some drawings with the intent of farewell. I want to acknowledge leaving this place. Where I grew up a little and discovered a lot.

So, here’s #1. It’s of my “work space.” Which is something I have rearranged many times in this one room studio, and only very recently settled on this arrangement, but I think it’s the best one.