Here's what my kitchen looks like at the moment, in my hilarious-but-cozy (cheap) new flat. Everything leaks (currently the fridge), appliances only seem to half-work, most lightbulbs are burnt out, and there's a really funny accumulation of things, like dozens of nail polish bottles, funny decorations, spices in unlabeled repurposed jars, and liquor empties; all the result of the many different people living here over the years. This space even comes with some mythology: the owner is currently serving a prison sentence for killing his wife, or so I'm told. I'm counting on this person not having keys to the place anymore.
But I love it. It's cozy and unpretentious and my flatmates are lovely and it feels like the right kind of home for me.
I'm bookbinding in the kitchen. Esther has loaned me her first book press and a little A3 guillotine-type paper cutter, and I've taken full advantage this weekend, doing some more japanese stab-binding experiments, and making a couple of hardcover sketchbooks for myself.
Berlin's been gloomy and rainy and it feels like Fall. It's been easy to stay in and work away. Fueled by lots of coffee and green tea, a marathon of ALIAS episodes, raspberry cheesecake, some casual drop-ins from friends, a trip to a flea market for anything inspiring and a couple of runs, this weekend has been a happy and balanced one.