This evening I ran around Sit, Sleep, Soho in the west village. I bounced on futons and slung ourselves across cow hide lounges. In the end, a high back blue chair with spaceship back and matching foot rest won us over.

My Sunnyside abode is without many furnishings bar a few plants and two small puppies, I like it that way. While I am ever on a desk hunt, I think the chair nicely compliments the other two pieces of furniture in the apartment.

Sit, Sleep, Soho not only holds some of my favorite furniture pieces – it’s also occupied by one of my favorite people Josh whose birthday is today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH!

Ink continues to spill and I even wrote a bit of poetry today which I haven’t been doing so much whilst immersed inΒ “Operation Novel”.

I’m happy to say that Henry is feeling better, I think he had a bit of a bumpy ride adjusting to the US after his voyage from down under. But he’s finally not wearing a lampshade on his head anymore and his ordinary Staffy dancing has seemed to resume.

It was a long day at work with lots of numbers being spelt into words… I think I’ll go faceplant.

Love to you and yours blog family. x