The day I arrived in my apartment, I was thrilled with my choice, and spent about an hour puttering around. Then a weird formaldehyde smell wafted into the front rooms. WJ smelled it too. We couldn't figure out where it was coming from, but I am now convinced my upstairs neighbor is embalming people (maybe even the former tenants) in his apartment.
Don't think I'm going to buy a formaldehyde meter. It costs 750 bucks.
Hmm. Are you sure it's not mothballs? Our downstairs neighbor's place gives off mothballs. Ugh.
Posted by: Kate F. | February 04, 2009 at 04:00 PM
It hasn't come back, so it was probably just my imagination, but moth balls, Kate. Yucko!
Posted by: maison d'etre | February 09, 2009 at 08:31 AM
Don't want to be a buzz kill over your new place but have you considered other possibilities? Think Meth lab. As far as the couch goes love it.
Posted by: josie | February 12, 2009 at 09:27 AM
Meth lab. Damn.
Posted by: masion d'etre | February 23, 2009 at 03:54 PM