Brooklyn - the New "Old School" Apartment

Good Mix of Old and New
We saw a lot of crappy places before we found this one.  I still cannot believe our luck.  I sat right down at the dining table, pulled out my checkbook and asked my landlady how she spelled her name.  Before she knew what hit her I'd handed her a check for first and last.

This is the view from the kitchen. Our landlady lives on the ground floor and rents the other two levels.  We're in the middle level.

Brand new kitchen, fully stocked with every cooking utensil and machine you need.  Even has a dish washer, which is rare in NY.

The bedroom is at the front of the building, which faces south through the bay windows.

One side of the room is brick.

We have a small basil plant which is doing well despite the shallow winter light.

Looking back from the bedroom towards the back of the building.  There is a small ante-room with another twin bed for guests.  Armand's daughter snoozed there when they recently visited.

The tv room is situated in the middle of the apartment, between the dining room and the bedroom.

I show you the bathroom to highlight the skylight.  Our landlady built a skylight that goes all the way to the roof, another fifteen feet up, housing it in a square silo that punches through the apartment above.  Brilliant.  It can be cranked open in warmer weather.

I used to pooh-pooh walk in closets.  No more.  Ours is tucked under the staircase, off the main hallway that runs the length of the apartment. I get dressed here every morning.

We have a small screened-in porch at the end of our yard.

The back door, reached via the kitchen, leads to a small deck that is outfitted with a gas grill.  We've already grilled steaks and sausages a number of times.

Our landlady used to live on this floor but moved down to the ground floor a few years back and left the decor as is.

She apparently has as thing for dolls.  Little Spooky-kins sits in the dining room on an adjacent seat ensuring you never eat alone.

I read a lot in this club chair which sits in one of the dining room corners.

The bird-less birdcage is close by.

It's a cleaning lady's nightmare.  I imagine she has to pick up and dust off each knick knack one at a time.

These are family photos from the last hundred and fifty years.

 Our landlady's mother.