||[Jan. 2nd, 2009|08:13 pm]
It took 1.5 years of looking to finally find a hamper we could both live with. Well, okay, a little more than 1 year--I first saw this hamper (set, actually--2 of them together) last year in the beginning of September, but was put off by the 35-euro asking price. Christmas bonuses come in handy, though I probably would have bought it by the end of January even if I hadn't been paid extra. |
This would explain a lot about our apartment. We're both persnickety enough to know what we like, and too frugal to spend money on things we don't both love, with the exception of the plastic basins we use to contain our socks and underwear. That was more desperation on my part than anything involving good taste (but for God's sake--can you imagine not having any sort of container for socks and undies? But for the most part, we come to an agreement on what we want and where we want it, and then we make it happen.
It's surprising, really, how well it's worked out so far. Our apartment has morphed several times over the past year and a half, and the changes have been, by and large, pretty awesome.
Just for reference, when I first got here:
That weird little basket next to the chair is where I keep all of my sewing stuff; the basket was something that H from the lab was going to get rid of. On top of the secretaire are two silver candlesticks and a glass candy bowl, all secondhand, and again, acquired through nothing short of highway robbery. Sometimes I almost feel bad about what paying almost nothing for something that's so pretty. Normally we have magazines under the coffee table, but I haven't seen anything worth purchasing recently. The lampshades have been replaced by fabric (the cats decimated the paper ones)--pain in the ass, hand-sewing them on, but it worked out well in the end. And photos always look more expensive when you mat them :-)
Actually, for a while, the secretaire was where the huge cabinet is, but that was before we got the huge cabinet, which is an heirloom from Boy's family by virtue of having a hole as a reminder of when Boy nearly lost his head--literally--from a shotgun. The big gray box in this picture is where the sewing machine is housed. And yes, that is a package of diapers. No, I'm not pregnant. We'd been invited to see H's new baby daughter, and I'd planned on making a diaper cake, but she got sick at the last minute, so we'll probably go later this month.
I wish I had before-and-after pics of our bedroom, really--the closet is simply enormous, but then again, so was the mess. Shelves just don't work to contain clothes.
I also agree with the shelves. I have not yet figured out a great way of organizing clothing and I don't think I will living in this current place.
I love how Teebie (or Shaduwadu?) is peeking out behind the chair in the 3rd pic. cuuute.
haha diaper cake? for a second I was all wth you can't eat diapers that's crazy until I googled it x3.
Her name is:
And it's Shadow. Not Shaduwadu. Shadow's name has never changed.