Why I love Brooklyn, part 1
First of all, thanks to everyone who suggested places for me to shop/eat/drink in the nabe. I've been too busy unpacking to do any serious shopping, but hopefully I will have more time this weekend (I've already walked past Diane T, Dear Fieldbinder, and Bird, and I look forward to checking them out). Also, I am finding that restaurants are good and cheap! Anyway, so, I had to promise a bunch of people that I wouldn't turn into a "rah-rah Brooklynite" once I moved here, but as you can probably tell by the way this post is going, I can't contain myself. I love Brooklyn.

Case in point: This is my closet.

Now, I don't know if this picture really does it justice, but we have 11-foot ceilings in our bedroom, and the closet goes all the way to the top. (I am five-foot-seven and I have to stand on the step-stool to reach my shoes. Not that I'm complaining.) I have a crapload of clothes, and they fit in here comfortably, plus all the shelves and rods are adjustable, in case I need to reorganize. This closet is, literally, the size of the closets from my previous three Manhattan apartments put together. Um, not that I'm bragging.

Yay, Brooklyn!


Candid Cool said...

more closet space is always a good thing :)

Heather said...

i totally have closet envy!

Anonymous said...

If you're in Brooklyn, check out Butter on Atlantic, and c'mon down to Dumbo for Zoe!