Recently a lady friend visiting my place remarked, "My, your place is starting to look like a bachelor apartment." At first I thought she was complimenting me on the masculine decor and the interesting tchatchkes inhabiting the place. Later, I realized that no, she was remarking on the dust on the table, the magazines on the floor, the shoes in the kitchen, and the dirty sink.
And then there is the furniture. It is what we used to call "Salvation Army Modern". An old couch and chairs that looked dowdy when they were in my friend's grandmother's attic. Of course in this economy I have an excuse. It's hard times.