Project Object #3
I've wanted to do a remodeling of the apartment since we arrived here: more wood, more whites and browns, better frames and picture arrangements. Oh, most importantly, curtains. A headboard (I keep reminding myself by posting it over and over again).
I keep delaying this because, let's face it, renting is so temporary. I am feeling a bit nest-y, a bit ready to have a nest. Part of moving from Chicago was to start thinking about more permanent things: home, family, yadda yadda. That whole quarter life crisis thing--something my generation probably invented--hit me hard.
Before playing house, a spring cleaning is in order for the apartment, my mind, and my body. Thinking about the cleaning/purge, I retreated to the dining room where there is organization, some sense of calm and arrangement. Of course, work needs to be done in that room, but it feels like a room and it doesn't feel like an apartment, like something we can't change because we don't live here (funny how Jesse and I talk about our rentals as places "we don't live in").
One of my favorite pieces is in that room: an owl lamp from RR#1 Chicago. If you get a chance to visit Chicago, be sure to stop in here and say hello to the amazing people who work there too! The building is worth seeing--it's an old pharmacy and the cabinets and woodwork were maintained. Stunning.
There's always air plants all around the store too, they act like candy at the end of grocery shopping and I always end up buying at least five of them before leaving.
Anyway, Jesse and I spent some awkward Christmas seasons together considering that we started "courting" one another when we were both still in or ending relationships. Our first Christmas without that drama needed some really great gift giving. I'm kind of fanatic about gift giving--to the point that I'll actually wait past holidays and birthdays to give the "perfect gift" and I often over gift too. I bought Jesse a million small things that year, that "first" Christmas. Then, a few weeks later, I came home and wrapped up this pretty little object:
And this kind of started a collection of birds. Collection bordering on hoarding and coveting of bird like objects (sadly, not birdlike eating).
It was great though--it was after holidays, after gift giving, and it was something that was so "Jesse" to me. I remember him coming home after work to a pretty big box sitting smack dab in the middle of our teeny tiny apartment. We sat on the floor and he opened the gift.
We've moved three times already with this fragile little guy and, each time, I worry he'll chip or something tragic. He hasn't and he's always ended up in the most organized room (good luck charm? feng shui wonder?).
Oh, did I mention he lights up?
I keep delaying this because, let's face it, renting is so temporary. I am feeling a bit nest-y, a bit ready to have a nest. Part of moving from Chicago was to start thinking about more permanent things: home, family, yadda yadda. That whole quarter life crisis thing--something my generation probably invented--hit me hard.
Before playing house, a spring cleaning is in order for the apartment, my mind, and my body. Thinking about the cleaning/purge, I retreated to the dining room where there is organization, some sense of calm and arrangement. Of course, work needs to be done in that room, but it feels like a room and it doesn't feel like an apartment, like something we can't change because we don't live here (funny how Jesse and I talk about our rentals as places "we don't live in").
One of my favorite pieces is in that room: an owl lamp from RR#1 Chicago. If you get a chance to visit Chicago, be sure to stop in here and say hello to the amazing people who work there too! The building is worth seeing--it's an old pharmacy and the cabinets and woodwork were maintained. Stunning.
There's always air plants all around the store too, they act like candy at the end of grocery shopping and I always end up buying at least five of them before leaving.
Anyway, Jesse and I spent some awkward Christmas seasons together considering that we started "courting" one another when we were both still in or ending relationships. Our first Christmas without that drama needed some really great gift giving. I'm kind of fanatic about gift giving--to the point that I'll actually wait past holidays and birthdays to give the "perfect gift" and I often over gift too. I bought Jesse a million small things that year, that "first" Christmas. Then, a few weeks later, I came home and wrapped up this pretty little object:
And this kind of started a collection of birds. Collection bordering on hoarding and coveting of bird like objects (sadly, not birdlike eating).
It was great though--it was after holidays, after gift giving, and it was something that was so "Jesse" to me. I remember him coming home after work to a pretty big box sitting smack dab in the middle of our teeny tiny apartment. We sat on the floor and he opened the gift.
We've moved three times already with this fragile little guy and, each time, I worry he'll chip or something tragic. He hasn't and he's always ended up in the most organized room (good luck charm? feng shui wonder?).
Oh, did I mention he lights up?
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