In my own apartment

I've decided if I ever get my own apartment again, I'm going to:

have loose tea leaves in my kitchen rather than tea bags. I'll make pots of tea in china pots with a tea infuser and have different sorts to fit my mood.

I'll have green plants. I still haven't got my wandering Jew. Not only will I name the plants (the wandering Jew will be called Rabbi Greenbloom) but I'll talk to them and play them music.

I'll grow herbs in pots in the house all year around.

I'm going to have colorful towels on the towel racks out all the time. To use or for pretty, I don't care, but I still want them out.

I'll use my French press to make coffee.

I'll subscribe to a weekend morning paper.

I'll change the sheets twice a week.

I'll wander around the house in my skimpy nightgowns.

I'll eat dinner standing over the sink, out of the pan, by the light of the open refrigerator door.

Can we say pink bathroom?

Stencil Shakespeare comments on the living room walls.

And anything else I want!