You come here often? What's a vanity like you doing in a warehouse like this? How about we blow this joint....
Come on back to my place. I have this really great bedroom I want to show you.
I've found a way to survive the chaos of construction.
I grabbed some markers and made a fantasy bathroom. I made my own little world where there is a sink with soap for me to wash my hands in. I can brush my hair in front of the mirror adorned with a cute frame. It may not be real, but....
So inside doesn't look too great yet, but look what's going on outside!
See the first blush of purple on this hyacinth? I love hyacinths. I have a history with them. When we were newly married and very poor, my husband bought me a potted hyacinth. The smell was heavenly! I kept that little bulb, during move after move, saving it for when I had a house of my own. I lovingly planted it here. There's a poem about having hyacinths when you're poor that's made my little hyacinth that more precious to me:
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves along to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
- Moslih Eddin (Muslih-un-Din) Saadi (Sadi),
Gulistan (Garden of Roses) 
Hyacinths my feed the soul, but parsley rocks a salad! And it's great in the cheese of lasagna. Use that to feed your tummy.
