Since I’m at my boyfriend’s place in Hancock Park, Ca more than 90 percent of the time we decided living together, although a bit scary, is only logical. We spent the better part of today moving my things out of my beloved apartment in Venice and into his. Commingling our possessions so we both have our own corners to work in comfortably wasn’t easy; unfortunately, it meant giving up my prized sewing table. However, I’m thrilled with how it turned out! Mine that is, as we are still working the kinks out of his. My sewing machine, bodice, type-writer and guitar have all lined up nicely, and I can’t wait to get back to work.