"I'm going to OD on nostalgia. I love the Big Chill."
I feel you, Annie Potts. I really do.
Anyways, last night Andy came home from a show in, um, high spirits and proceeded to have a very animated conversation with Lucille, so I whipped out my phone so I could record it and make fun of him in the morning, like any loving girlfriend would do.
But then I got too distracted from their conversation by how different our living room looks from when we started this blog! I mean, this is just a crappy Instagram picture, but you get the idea. Let's take a look back to three months after we moved in:
Haha oh god, I had no idea what I was doing. I still don't, really. But I'm glad I at least got some furniture that matched a bit better. That white rug was a mistake because it got DISGUSTING really quickly. At least it was very, very cheap. Curtains that go all the way to the floor also helped the room look a little more pulled together. And I've realized that no matter how many great gallery walls I'll look at on Pinterest, they just don't work for me. I've learned that I really like a small amount of big pieces instead of a large amount of small ones.
Logically, I know that things take time. Especially since this is the first apartment that we've really taken the time to make nice. Even though we don't have much money now, we REALLY didn't have any money before, so my last apartment was a hodgepodge of thrift store furniture that didn't match, that was either bought because it was the cheapest chair there or I thought the 70's print was ~so hilarious~. Plus, I used to have very big parties in my very small apartments, so having anything nice, white, or fragile was never a good idea. But now that I have a steady income and am no longer 19, it's been nice to get a little settled, it just takes a while. I still have a long way to go in this place until its where I want it to be, and I'm really impatient, but it's good to know that it can be worth the wait.
One day I'll have to dig out some of my old apartment photos for you, but I don't know if I can swallow my pride enough to do that, because I remember thinking it was SO COOL and now they make me cringe a little. I guess this is growing up.