I was 21 when I moved in, and stayed there a little under two years. It was mostly a party crash pad, but I had just started my first Big Girl Job (the one I'm still at), and was also was excited to have my own, non-college apartment with no roommates or significant others. I had next to no money, so literally every single thing in this apartment was free (handed down or garbage picked) and attempted to piece together in a "I mean for this to look vintage" kind of way. It was a very symbolic "life in transition" kind of apartment. Let's get right to it, but you have been warned to prepare your retinas....
Look guys, this was a time when home blogs were far and few between. Young House Love wasn't even a thing yet. I was just taking these pictures for my own memories, hence taking them at night, without cleaning up in the slightest. While this was taken right when I moved in, so it changed a bit, this was the easy-mac colored living room served as the center of the apartment.
It's funny to me to see how a lot of these things have been repurposed in my current place. Those red and green pillows on the couch were recovered in grey wool and a dusty blue velvet and live on our current couch today (you can spot them here!) In that same post, you can see the globe also resides in the living room. That red lamp on the sofa table? I spray painted it grey and covered the red trim with black fabric paint to match its new home in the bedroom.
I lived in the attic, so I also had these weird sloped walls that nothing could be hung from, so I tacked up about 12 feet of embroidery floss and painted little birds on it. Looking back, its laughably 2007, but I loved it at the time.
I was lucky enough to have a sunny little nook to do all my painting in. Again with the super bright wall colors! While the desk hasn't changed much, except for fixing the missing drawers and pulls, what was formerly the art shelf got painted a bright white for its new home in the current bathroom.
I told you man, I had a weird thing for really bright colors... This is the only bathroom shot I have, but trust me when I say that is probably for the best. (And hello, mirror from entryway!)
My bedroom was even smaller than my current one, with the queen sized bed taking up the entire room (I had to like, barrel roll to the foot of it to get out of the door in the morning.) I loved how cozy it was though, and since my closet was in the living room, it really was just for sleeping. A few months in, I added that tree mural when I felt like the white was a little too institutional.
Looking back, its hard to believe that this place housed a 21-year-old and not a 16-year-old, but I had the most fun ever in this apartment, so even with all of its weird angles and technicolor walls, I will always hold a special place in my heart for it. And while I have no plan to redo our bathroom in a lime green color, I am a little jealous of how fearless I was with color six years ago.
There is also a picture floating around out there somewhere of my high school bedroom, covered in tapestries and band posters that I'll have to dig up for you guys one of these days, when I'm feeling especially brave.