My tiny, perfect kitchen. If I had to cook for a family in here, I'd go mad. For just me, it works. When company comes, well, it's buffet on the old table under the windows, and dining on the balcony with one of the best views in town. More about that later.
My bedroom. It's the smaller of the two bedrooms. The larger is next to my neighbour's living room (potential for noise though, in fact, I rarely hear him), and with the high percentage of retired folks in the building, I figured I'd likely be under someone's spare room in here. I am.
I also brought the soldier blue with me. The rug is from Afghanistan.
Also found that sweet little chair at the Antique Market.
I have absolutely no idea where that tic-tac-toe pattern in the mirror and its reflection on the closet door came from. I've just gone in and looked, and it's not there.
It's a sign. Of something.
The larger bedroom – guest room and office. It's the futon that was my couch for a while; very comfortable, and you have the added perk of watching a movie on my computer while you're in bed.
The office part.
Sadly, there's a Koyman Gallery in the mall right across the street from my building. The paintings above the desk and, in the previous pic, above the dresser are by Soren Jenson, a Copenhagen-born Ottawa artist.
It's a bathroom.
I miss the bathroom in the Glebe. Now, that was a bathroom you could write about.
Finally, standing with your back to the bathroom...
It doesn't have the character or the charm of the Glebe place. Or the noise, the leaking roof, or the bad plumbing. It was built in the early 1960s, so it has hot-water heating. The buildings are slightly arc-ed so, yes, the hallway as you're looking at it here curves slightly to the left – there are no 90° corners anywhere.
But there's a pool, a sauna, an exercise room, a games room and, when the day I want blue hair arrives, a "beauty salon". A bus stop about 15 steps from the door. And the view, which I will update shortly.