I bought a bed today. Dang those mattress/box spring things are expensive. But if I bought a the iron bed I liked along with it I’d save 30% off it, which turned into a really good deal considering I almost bought one at Bombay Company for about $100 more last week.

I’m now the proud owner of a really pretty pewter shade iron bed, it’s not super antique looking – more Poverty Barn-ish. Quite excited. They even scheduled delivery for July 3 – my move in day.

I posted a loooong thing in my notes the other night (since Dland hates me) and who knows if I’ll be able to post this. Short of it – I got the apartment in the Victorian in mid-town. Actually, it’s not really a Victorian – just built in 1902 and “restored” not “remodeled” right down to the claw foot tub.

It’s small – seriously small, especially in comparison to what I could get in the burbs or even another place downtown. But you’ve got to choose what is most important and what you want. Living in a building like that has always been a dream of mine (Neko, the stairs in the foyer are very Montvale-esque just on a smaller scale and not as facy – but you get the idea.) The coved ceiling in the bedroom and open box-beams in the living room, along with the “period” navy and red carpet, wainscoating, etc. sold me. And it has lots of storage and a screened in back porch. When I think of these things I realize why I love it so, can’t wait to move, and nearly shoved my deposit check into the hands of my very nice (I hope) British landlady.

I can’t wait to walk everywhere. If I were living there now I’d have all my windows open, hearing people on bikes, probably distant music, and the trees blowing. Midtown isn’t Browns (houses really close together) but it’s charming.

I’ve got some decorating ideas and am toying with the idea of not having a sofa, just a collection of chairs (sounds weird, but if you watch Sex and The City Carrie’s living room was like that, and in fact my bedroom is open to the living room just like her’s – my apartment is much like that apartment in fact.) But then I go back to wanting a sofa. No idea what I’ll do, plus there is the issue of $ and buying one piece like a sofa is less than buying a bunch of chairs. Eh.

I’m boring. And I’d better start getting ready. After lamenting at work yesterday about what a boring weekend I had ahead a co-worker invited me along to a bbq tonight. And, I tell ya’, I almost flaked on her this morning, then I realized that I’ve got to start somewhere.