My friend's house, you had to walk through her room to get to the front door, or walk through her roommate's room to get to the bathroom or the kitchen.

My house goes living room, random room, my room, small foyer with bathroom and side door, roommate's room, kitchen with back door.

"Let us design some homes without rhyme, reason or hallways!"

"Yes, lets!"

In New Orleans, things are not "designed" as much as "evolved."

I believe the narrow property lots of the city and the fact that bathrooms and kitchens became standard rather later in the architectural process informed the "design."

Sadly, this philosophy of evolutionary and passive design also seems to apply to things like levees and roadways.

DCJ, it was more like, "Let's tax property frontage, hallways, and closets!"

"Let's tax property frontage, hallways, and closets!"

heh.

I'm wearing a new nail polish and really liking it. Essie's "Thigh High" - it's a deep, subtly metallic red with some brown in it that in some lights goes almost red-copper.

Urgh, that reminds me-- I have to do something about my nails. Like, you know, actually manicure them.

While there are a lot of shotgun houses in urban areas with narrow lots, there are also a lot in the rural South and probably impoverished areas everywhere before the '30s. They're cheap to build. People didn't have the same sense of privacy and, when you think about it, not much need to worry about waking people up. If you're poor and without electricity, you're stuck with early to bed and early to rise.

I did mine with Nubar`s Noir. Then I layered OPI Rosy Future over it thinking it would give it a pinky black sheen but I guess it`s a duochrome? Because it gave it a blue sheen instead. It`s pretty! Although not what I intended. But I got a compliment on it, so all yay! It`ll be gone in, like, a day though. Camp life is not conducive to pristine manicures. Anyway, I wore a blue shirt today like I`d meant to do it all along.