There was a moment last night, where I was washing the dishes after dinner. Putting the small saucepan away in its spot beneath the kitchen island, I suddenly had a flashback to seeing this piece of furniture for the first time, when the previous tenant of our Wooster St loft was living here.
two leaves of a feather stick together...and one man's junk is another's treasure
Yesterday, a new British friend came by to give both the banana tree + fig leaf a new home in Brooklyn. We'll miss them so!...but it's also so great to know that the trees will move in together...there's the cue: two leaves of a feather...