Me: “For our kitchen table, I think I want something, you know, rickety. With mix-matched chairs.”
Boyfriend: “Why would you ever buy something that you describe as being ‘rickety’?”
I’ve moved in with my boyfriend. While he is a clean, creative, all around wonderful guy (not sure why those are the adjectives I’ve purposely used), he isn’t Martha Stewart’s next intern. Here’s what he’s bringing to our place:
- sports memorabilia
- TV larger than my previous studio
- brown wood coffee table
- brown wood dresser
- brown wood side-tables
- white dishes
- Army stuff
In doing research – research meaning having conversations with gin & tonics and my girlfriends – I’ve found this to be a common style. There’s nothing wrong with it. He actually has a greener thumb than I. He has nice furniture, takes care of his furniture, and appreciates a clean space. But like, c’mon, where’s Etsy? Where are my flea market finds? Where the hell is the rainbow?
So these next few posts will be pretty much only about this. Oh, and what happens when I introduce kale smoothies and tofu into his life. (Fact: he already digs kale and pineapple juice. Win).
In any case, I’ve added some quick shots of the new space. I have some ideas for lighting, organization, and more furniture. But for now, the goal will be to make our new space feel like home – to both of us.
So long paprika couch, paisley blue tables and flower painted dishes. Ok, it’s not that dramatic. But I will objectively find space for a “man-cave” -esque design. And will incorporate that brown furniture.
Here’s what we have so far. Will post more once the rest of his furniture arrives. Andddd exhale.
Office/den space. SO LUCKY to have this extra room in our apartment. I want fun lighting, bookshelves, and a way to hide our ugly office equipment. Bragging moment of creative but brown-loving boyfriend: he definitely painted that blue painting with his non-dominant hand. Seriously, the guy has skills.
So somehow we found an apartment with two closets in the bedroom. My boyfriend was nice/smart enough to give me the bigger one. Though I am guessing he was smarter for his own sake…Yes, I may throw clothes all around when running late to work and hating everything I own.
Progress is soon ours.