Come on in
About 2 days ago it looked like this:
which mostly obscured it’s amazing qualities.
It took two days of unpacking and rearranging, buying a few things and repacking all the stuff I had brought over and didn’t need (“furnished apartment” is a very loose term with a very wide range of possible furnishings…).
But now it looks like this from the front door:
With St. Camille in residence.
I’m calling it Hemingway’s hideaway because the leather furniture and wood/rattan accents make me want to drink bourbon and write the next American novel. I figure I’m capable of at least one of those things.
The door straight ahead goes into the bathroom, which has a beautiful though perpetually tarnished copper sink:
And this back towards the front door-ish. The mirror makes everything slightly distorted:
There’s a wee kitchenette – emphasis on wee:
That I can hide when I have guests:
While I distract them with views of my (equally wee) patio:
Did I mention the pool?
I love this place. It rained last night and the roof leaked in my “bedroom” and I still love it. I’ve woken up both mornings happy. I feel like I can do some solid work here and it’s making life in Tucson in the summertime very bearable.
Come visit. I’ll have a bourbon waiting for you.
What a beautiful little place! I love all the Mexican tile and the pool looks so refreshing! Happy writing! Mom
Isn’t it beautiful :) It’s super tiny but you’d love it!
So cute! And so odd that your mom’s name is “John.” But hey, I don’t judge. I might just get you some proper whiskey glasses to see us through the next few months, with the disclaimer that you need not pack, move or preserve them in any way.
I discovered my lack of glassware yesterday when I had a choice of coffee cup or plastic water glass from which to drink wine. I chose the coffee cup… Borrowing glassware from you is a stellar option. And as to my parents, they like to share. Why have two names when you can just share one? Makes communication so much easier!! :)
It’s perfect! I hope it brings you streams of writing- even when it rains.
Your mouth to God’s ear…
You have such a cute little place in Tucson! How long are you there for?
I’ll be here through October at least. Possibly the end of the year? NO. LONGER. THAN. THAT.
How does one send you snail mail to this ADORABLE hideaway?
I emailed you. Let me know if you don’t get it.
Oh my Goodness Dreamgirl….it is truly spectacular…bourbon on tap as well! I LOVE IT!!!!
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