So much stuff

A drafting table was delivered to my door this morning.

The table was too big to fit through my door (which doesn't open all the way anyway) so I took it apart in the front yard.

I reassembled the table in the living room.

The table weighs too much for me to lift, so I left the table upside down in my living room

Maggie & David helped me flip my giant drafting table. I already officially had too much stuff, now my apartment is officially claustrophobic.

This is a shoulder bag I made out of a mailing tube and packing tape.

Only one of the baristas at the coffee shop down the street DOESN'T give me funny looks when I order a double espresso on ice ( places always seem to make iced coffee out of gross day old coffee). The problem is; she doesn't add enough ice or cream, but, she refers to it as "my drink", so I think it's too late to tell her it's wrong.