After three years of wanderlusting and roaming, living in small villages, apartments that were too big, too cold and might I add, badly decorated, sleeping on friends sofas, pull out beds and air mattresses, I finally have a home of my own…again. And it’s just right.
From the moment I saw it I knew I had to make it mine. It was everything I had been dreaming of–sunny, white, spacious, molding, hardwood floors and what would be and now is my bedroom was a corner room, so three windows…how lovely! December 1st I moved in. My landlord was concerned about me moving in with all my stuff and scratching up her walls, but what she didn’t realized that all my stuff was really just a couple of suitcases and a few boxes mainly filled with papers. Absolutely no furniture.
Ok, so my apartment is a little empty but it’s almost perfect or at least it will be once all my decorating dream boards become a reality. You see, three years ago I made a cross country move that turned into an overseas move and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t possibly take everything with me. A difficult decision it was but it had to be made. So, my cool flea market coffee table find and sofa went to my sister and brother in law (eventually they ended up getting rid of the table). My beautifully curved, velvet upholstered chair went to my other sister (would it be terribly rude to ask to get it back?) and she also got my antique dresser. Most everything else got sold or sadly, tossed.
And so I now find myself incredibly happy to have my own place again but I also find myself starting from scratch. Here begins my new decorating journey and who better to begin this journey with than with my former roommate and current design and decorating sidekick. Let the decorating begin…one little detail at a time.