The Apartment grew from the shared fantasies of some tired moms. They imagined a place where they could enjoy peace and quiet. They imagined a place where they could decorate as they please and have as many cats as they wanted. They imagined a place where they could fail at baking simple recipes and laugh as they ate it anyway because, well, chocolate. They dreamed of a place where they could burn themselves with glue guns while attempting to re-create some perfect pinterest projects that would cost more in crafting materials than it would ever cost in a store. These moms wanted a clubhouse of sorts and they imagined it as: The Apartment.
So here it is. In all its imaginary glory.
What should we do first?