The air was SO CRISP this morning, it reminded me that our 2 days of actual New York City autumn will soon be upon us!

The whole prospect of it has me craving domestic order like a Labrador in heat… I want to magic eraser my entire apartment (along with select portions of my life and the dog). Dust bunnies begone! I am SO ready to alphabetize my books…

And so it just occurred to me that quite soon (read: NOW) there is going to be a HUGE glut of very contrite displaced males… all in a metropolitan area with an EXTREME shortage of quality pre-war apartments. Lads, do I have a list of chores for you…

Hmmm…  let’s think about requirements…

• A strongish design aesthetic.
• Knowledge of power tools (esp. a belt sander) and electric.
• Good grammar essential–must know the difference between you’re and your, it’s and its, etc.
• Moderately gainful employment, but you needn’t be a Rockefeller…
• It would help if you looked a bit like a pirate or Collin Firth (perhaps, when he was more of a whippersnapper–none of  this latest Kingsman malarky).
• And… if you weren’t terribly needy or fussy, that’d be fine. No vegans.
• Must like books, jazz and annoying dogs.

There, I think that’s about it…

xoxo – gg