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Apartment Tour – The Kitchen

I was toying with the idea of doing a blog tour of my apartment for a few months and, with the urging of several friends, finally decided to go for it. Even though it’s not the first room you would see when walking into my place (that would be the living room), I wanted to start in the kitchen. Side note: Most of the links will take you to larger close-up shots of the items I’m describing. Other links will take you to purchase options, if available.

Behold:

It looks like a standard-issue apartment kitchen anywhere in the United States. BUT, my friends, this is New York City. I have an EAT-IN kitchen! This is pretty much unheard of here.

Here’s a reverse shot. The shelf over my butcher block island, which holds my collection of tea cups and saucers, is a painted board from Ikea with brackets from Anthropologie. The fruit bowl was a housewarming gift from a friend. My bar setup features a custom illustration from my favorite illustrator/comic artist, Lucy Knisley. Lucy and I share a passion for Pimm’s Cup, so I asked if she would draw her recipe for me. The bar tray is from West Elm. Little flask on tray was a gift from a friend (Apartment 48). The little chalkboard (from Pottery Barn) has my current grocery list on it. In high school, I had seen a giant version of this in the home of a friend who is a film production designer, I’ve wanted one ever since.

I picked up a few things in my apartment from various movie set sales. The butcher block island is from Manchurian Candidate (free!), the chair and the framed logo on the wall above it are from Julie & Julia ($20 total). Also found on the walls of my kitchen, maps from the places I’ve traveled.

See, a table and chairs! I pull the table out a bit and flip-up the side extension to seat more people. I swear I didn’t set the table for this photo shoot. I had my sister and her boyfriend over for dinner that night. The table and chairs were purchased (for $90) from a store in New Jersey that was going out of business. The tablecloth and linen napkins (cause that’s how I roll) are from Anthropologie (on sale); plates are from Home Goods and were a gift from my sister. Glasses and silverware from Target and Crate & Barrel. The vase is from Fishs Eddy. I bought it (for $25!) when I was in high school, knowing one day I would have an apartment to put it in. I like to think ahead.  And, if you looked overhead while sitting at the table, you would see this chandelier. I snagged it for $25 from a Shabby Chic-esque store in Point Pleasant, New Jersey.

Lastly, my fridge. I grew up with a fridge that wasn’t magnetic, so posting things on it still feels like a novelty to me. Above the fridge are a few of my cookbooks. These are the ones I use most often. My copy of Mastering The Art of French Cooking was given to me at the Julie & Julia sale. It was one of four used in the film. To the left of my fridge hangs a print of my favorite New Yorker cartoon, and to the right, my knives and some cooking tools. All gifted or purchased from Williams-Sonoma. I’m a big fan of Global knives. They’re just heavy enough without bothering your wrist and they slice, dice & chop beautifully.

Not pictured: My Le Creuset dutch oven (gift from my parents) in which I cook everything (even things not meant to be cooked in a pot) and KitchenAid Mixer (I scored the floor model at WS for half price, because they were discontinuing the color!)

Check back tomorrow for my favorite room, the living room!

Bright Lights, Small City

There are days when New York feels less like a city and more like a small town. Granted, we both live in neighborhoods, on streets and in buildings, so that small town quality is already quite evident if you tend to stay in a ten block radius of your apartment. I also tend to stay away from areas that are inhabited by people I don’t particularly like. For instance, I avoid going over to 19th and Broadway. If I have to hit up ABC Carpet or Fishs Eddy, I do it during a week day, when I have less of a chance of running into the person I hate who lives on 18th and Broadway. Hopefully, she’s at her day job. I saw her once, while making the mistake of walking down Broadway to return home, but luckily, the “Walk” sign flashed and I crossed the street, managing to avoid her.

I try to avoid the Columbus Circle Whole Foods, as I once ran into a guy I went on a date with, whose nickname was “Wolfman.” And though he was a decent-seeming guy, I spent a large part of the date trying to avoid staring at his excessive amount of arm hair, which made it look like his watch was drowning. Ironically, I saw him in the produce section, where we was checking out the fuzzy-skinned peaches. To add insult to injury, I wasn’t wearing any make-up. I still can’t decide what was worse, seeing a guy you never called back or seeing him on a Sunday afternoon makeup-less, a little hungover and sniffing the flat parsley (just to make sure it wasn’t in fact, cilantro). I had forgotten he lived in that neighborhood, so it remained on my “places to avoid” list for six months.

But it still throws me for a loop when I see people walking in my neighborhood who shouldn’t be there. Today, I was walking down Greenwich Street, headed to Tea & Sympathy to meet an old high school friend I hadn’t seen in nine years. A half-block away from my destination, I ran into my old screenwriting partner from college, who now lives in Los Angeles. I hadn’t seen her in five years. She just happened to be in town for a bridal shower this weekend. While waiting outside the restaurant, a woman walked by me pushing her baby stroller. It was my old college RA, who just moved from Portland, ME to the UWS and was bringing her new son, Owen, for a stroll downtown. Then, I had the requisite celebrity encounter when Kiefer Sutherland showed up for teatime and a fan asked if I wouldn’t mind taking a picture of him with Mr. Sutherland. Click.

After tea, I had to head over to Kate’s Paperie to replenish my stationery. I was too late, the store had just closed. Another woman joined in my dismay as she walked up to the door. When we turned to each other to remark on our “luck,” we realized simultaneously that we knew each other, having worked together five years ago, before she moved back to London. Turns she’s in town for a temporary job with the Tribeca Film Festival. After a brief catch up session, we parted ways.

Walking back home, I was now on the lookout for other people I knew, expecting them to appear around every corner. I sometimes mind the small town atmosphere that comes with living in New York, but at least today I was prepared, I was wearing make-up.