Let me preface this post by telling you that our apartment never looks this clean. Our laptops (personal and for work) are always spread out across the couch and table, Dan’s basketball sneakers are strewn about. But we did a little spring cleaning this past week and I figured it was the perfect time to finally take a few shots of our new place. Especially with all the wonderful, natural light.
Looking at our apartment makes me imagine possibilities. I see a rug here, curtains there, some art on the walls. But one step at a time. We can’t afford to up and go on a shopping spree and turn this apartment into our dream home, not all at once anyway. So far we’ve added an office chair for when I worked from home and that’s about it. We also purchased a rug sample from Anthropologie of this rug, but it’s a lot less vibrant in person and Dan didn’t love it. Talk about picky! Can you really be that picky when you have an ugly yellow couch?
Besides the rug, we are in some serious need for curtains. Editing these photos was “super fun” because of how bright it is in our place. Don’t get me wrong I love waking up to this brightness, but it would be nice to be able to control our exposure a little more. I’m also eager for a high quality floor mirror so when I lint roll my black jeans I know with certainty that I don’t have fuzz on my butt. And finally art is needed on these walls! Something above the bar is the first step and I really have no idea what I want there, though I do know it has to have some color. And can’t be cheesy. No cat paintings or generic landscapes please. Thanks.
This photo is funny to me because most of the things on this bar do not get touched – like the O’Mara’s, and the lovely yellow stuff in the back. I don’t know why Dan keeps some of these bottles but he does. I recently bought that baby bottle of Hendricks from World Market. I usually drink Tanqueray so I’m really excited to try Hendricks. It’s such a nice bottle. I’m that visual, I want to like Hendricks just because I like the bottle and want it on the bar. That bottle of Patron was a good friend to us last summer (tells you how little we drink) and there isn’t much left, so we’re really one good margarita away from needing a new bottle.
