Beyond the aesthetics, there are the neighbors. Where to start. The guy upstairs. Let's start with that, because quite frankly, he never stops. His bedroom is right above ours, and his bed seems to be directly above our bed. The past month or two, he has been spending an increasing amount of time with a lady friend. Their favorite activities appear to be furiously copulating, driving somewhere to get takeout food, and thundering back up the stairs to inhale a pile of greasy slop in order to fuel another round. And another. And another. This would probably go unnoticed if his bed didn't produce a sound not unlike a hippopotamus bouncing on a rusty trampoline while gripping a bucket of loose change in its maw. And it would be forgivable if it didn't happen at bizarre hours on a constant basis.
Then there are the children. They are everywhere, and they are wild. We have three very tall windows in the bedroom. The sills are at mid-shin height, and Ajax loves to sit on one particular window sill. To keep him from destroying the blinds in that window, we keep them raised to about mid-thigh height at all times. Still low enough for plenty of privacy, riiight? Wroooong. Apparently I wasn't taking into consideration the fact that children might one day decide to crouch outside my window with their faces pressed against the screen, peering into my bedroom. I walked into the bedroom with an armload of laundry and discovered this juvenile bed intruder who had just caused Ajax to beat a hasty retreat in sheer terror.
Clearly, I need to hide my cat and hide my husband, because they are visually raping everybody out here. Thank god I had pants on, because, when I believe I am safe in the privacy of my own home, I am often missing some article of clothing or other that would be required for public decency. A few minutes later, believing I had scared the kid away, I was in the process of taking my pants off when he returned. What gives?
But I digress. It's time to share some pictures. A showcase of minimalism, with a few pretty things to break up the austerity. Austerity just sounds so much more dignified than squalor, don't you think?
Big comfy couch. Seriously, it's a good couch. Fits well with the minimalist/retro vibe we seem to be curating here. |
Random found/decorated things, and a non-working wall clock. Who cares what time it is, anyway? |
My spot. |
We also have a sick shower curtain, but I got a little lazy and forgot to take a picture of it. It's a giant vinyl reproduction of Hokusai's 'The Great Wave off Kanagawa' print. My mom randomly found it somewhere for $2 a couple years ago, and it's the greatest. If you've seen my back, it's no secret that this is my favorite work of art. Not the most original preference, but I've loved it since I was a little kid. Does that make me pompous or pretentious? I mean, I liked it before it was cool, so clearly, that legitimizes my preference and makes me better, right?
And thus concludes our tour. If you are lucky enough to live in a fully furnished, fully assembled, non-temporary living space devoid of nymphomaniacs and junior KGB officers, go hug your china cabinet (or whatever kind of furniture civilized people have).
Um, those kids? Fucking creepy. I would most likely call the cops on his creepy little ass, but then, I hate kids.
ReplyDeleteI too have done the "decorative fabric" thing to hide boxes and/or junk. If I were to ever sew any of the skirts and dresses I have supplies for, I would run out of decorative fabric.
ReplyDeleteI love the shell-covered stuff!!!!