Anyway, so I moved into an apartment...it's funny I never knew what kind of "decorating tastes" I had until now. My taste is basically, a whatever, laid back feel like my personality. I guess it's true that it reflects you as a person. I am not sure if that is good or bad. I am putting little bit of everything in my apartment. I like the random find and not the mass produced for the most part. To demonstrate, here are a few pics of a few random finds...
That's my dining table, it actually has 6 chairs now since there is a leaf for it too. I got it at a trading post in Justin, Tx. It's called Justin Trading Post or Mommies Trading Post and I have since bought a coffee table (seen above), many things for my kitchen, and a papasan chair from there. The chairs don't all match, but I kinda love that about it. The table is scarred and heavy and I love that too. The coffee table was a cool find since it was covered in stuff and I was about to leave the store, once I uncovered it I knew I had to have it. Thanks to Laura for introducing me to the trading post!
I did get a "mass produced" couch because my Grandpa offered to buy me a new one instead of giving me his old one. I thought that was pretty sweet! This is a pic I got of it online...
It looks like leather right? Nope, microfiber. I know what you're thinking...oh. Truly it is a great couch and I have already taken naps on it and it survived it's first christening thanks to Lil' Miss Calli only minutes after it's delivery. She suddenly became a human geyser and spit up on it! Oddly enough I had just mentioned to Lexi that the couch was the type of material that you could spill something on and just wipe it off. Haha.
I of course did not feel completely moved in until after I got a shelf for my movies...here's the before and after of the shelf that I found at a resale shop:
It looks like I may need to be looking for another shelf soon. Haha.
My only complaints are my upstairs neighbor, I call him Bootsy. I am really starting to believe that he may wear boots at all times because his footfalls are deafening! I create many scenarios in my head as to why he is so loud. They keep me from going up there and confronting him, along with the fact that it's not in my nature to do so. One scenario is that he is a serial killer and he is moving bodies therefore his steps are heavier with the added weight. I am afraid of that being fact and him opening the door covered in plastic and me developing a hate for the color red and associating it with fear and nausea. I know, that's a little gruesome. Another, is I picture one of me confronting him only for him to answer the door in only a towel and be extremely attractive and me getting tongue-tied and red faced and just running back down the stairs (more like falling or rolling if it's possible on cement stairs). I also picture him answering the door in said "attire" and being extremely unattractive and it being all the more awkward. Or, yikes, him answer the door naked...don't worry the full picture never develops there....haha.
I still have yet to put anything on the walls in the living room and need to take more pics to show you more of the apartment, but I have to just tease so you may read the next one. So, until then...
