“But, overall? I love my tiny apartment. It keeps me organized, it keeps my packrat tendencies in check, and it makes me creative.” – via Queenie Takes Manhattan
In the event that you complain to and or request the help of the Internet you should include photos of the subject of your complaints. In this case it is my living room. I hate my living room. I especially hate that brown futon against the red accent wall. The wall is my favorite part but why dark on dark? It’s very “Hello! And welcome to my coffin!”
It’s all just so blahhhhhh and not me. I like bright and fun, I know sometimes my writing begs to differ on that last statement but I’m more whimsy than anything. I want to enjoy a space and this here does not depict any enjoyment. Yesterday in my I want to punch my living room in the face ramblings Danielle introduced me to Queenie Takes Manhattan. More specifically her small space love. That’s what I want ‘love’ for my apartment even though yes, it is an apartment and not permanent and blah blah blah, I’ve heard it all before but it still deserves a little awesome. A little more oomph. A little more…well…anything that isn’t this.











Now I see the purpose of an interior decorator
“Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
The day I after I announced that I would be redoing my apartment because, and I feel the need to go over the reasons once more, a) it’s fugly b) I have no plans to move anytime soon and c) FUG-LY oh and D thru XYZ) No, I do not want a house with gutters that magically move away from said house nor do I want to deal with plumbing or shoveling or really anything that involves manual labor. Also, I really am unsure of how a mortgage is calculated and then I get hives and then I’m all holy shit, I HAVE A HOUSE. Follow with klonopin and beer.
That same day that I confessed my college-esque decorating in the apartment of a 27 year old woman, Queenie of Queenie Takes Manhattan was all ‘oh helllllll no’ and next thing you know she’s sent me no less than seven DMs and two my deco creations for my apartment.
She made mood boards for my apartment and she still isn’t sure whether or not I’m a serial killer. Dear Internet, I love you.
The second I saw the mood boards I thought perhaps she had taken up residence in my brain. But no, she heard my cries for help and could tell by my whimsy and fun filled tweets what I might want in a living space. Tweets that end with ‘fuck my life’ often mean, I like bright color in my space. Also flowers.
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She got me and knew what I needed in this space of mine to make me happy which, if I’m not mistaken, is what interior designers are to do. But no, she is not an interior designer but a concerned citizen who doesn’t want me living in the House of Ugh. I had already ordered prints from Papermoth and just ordered two more. I also ordered another little something for by the door as well as a few purchases from Anthropologie.
This project is not only a Life List goal but also so needed. Oh, you guys, you don’t even know the half of how much I need to throw myself wholeheartedly into something. Quite honestly I needed to spend more time on myself and this is just what I need. Thank you, Meg for indulging me and helping me and for not throwing your hands in the air and saying “Dude…duuuude….do your eyes burn?” The Internet can be so polite sometimes.