I spent the day off catching up on Etsy orders, doing some nesting around the house to avoid having to go out in the -5 degree weather (thanks, Chicago!) and taking a few pictures because it's been a while since I've done that. As you'll see in the picture above, Lucille will sneak her way in to the pictures every so often, in one way or another.
I keep thinking one of these days I'll do a full house tour, but every day that seems so far off. One, its very hard to get good house pictures. I don't know why, but I'm sure the fact that I am kind of a shitty photographer has something to do with it. Second, it would require all of my house being clean on the same day. Third, I live in a very cheap apartment. Like, I love to tell people how much it costs and see jaws drop. The thing is, there are some parts of the apartment where the cheapness shows. Like, my bathroom and kitchen are outdated, and always look gnarly, even after a good scrub down, so you don't see a lot of those two rooms.
Besides Lucille's conspicuous presence up there, you may have also noticed there is a new piece of furniture in the living room! I had been on the hunt for a credenza for.ev.er. (For.ev.er.) The thing is, all the ones in Chicago were like $600+, and the more affordable ones in the suburbs wouldn't fit in our Nissan Versa. So I went without, and pouted a lot while scrolling through Craigslist. I was also looking for a record player to get for Andy for his birthday, so when I found this credenza/record player, it was kind of like that episode where Homer gives Marge a bowling ball for her birthday. I was glad I found something nice for Andy, but man oh man did I really love this fucking thing.
I actually found this guy on the Apartment Therapy Classifieds for $125. But I had another record player I sold for $40 that I didn't need anymore now that this beautiful man was in my life, so I like to just pretend it only cost $85 (not that $125 wasn't an awesome price, anyways). It's in great working condition, but I couldn't figure out the fucking record player for the life of me, making me feel real fucking salty for all those times I made fun of my dad for asking "how to download the internet".
If you're in Chicago, I strongly suggest checking out New Elephant Resale Shop at 1145 W. Webster in Lincoln Park. I had to run in and out to get it, because my dear friend Megan was nice enough to give me a ride so I could sneak it into the apartment before Andy returned from visiting his family, so I wasn't going to fuck around as much as I wanted to. Everything was awesome though, like a vintage shop but with thrift store prices.
Also, let's just take a stroll down memory lane, because the living room is really changing since just a few months ago.
So many of the elements are the same, but just rearranged. And somehow, even with more furniture in the room now, it feels bigger than it did with this original layout. I still really want to paint the wood trim white, but I fear my landlord would kill me. What do you guys think? Worth risking life and limb and security deposit or should I just leave as is?