This year marks two years since I moved into my Brooklyn apartment. Because I work in design, initially I felt a lot of pressure to make my home to look perfect, but soon realized perfection didn’t really suit my needs or my lifestyle. Here’s a photo of me scheming from the early days:
And here are some of the other pieces that made it in to my home over time.
Today, these things have been redistributed throughout the apartment, For instance the rug is in my bedroom and the chair is in my office/entry area. There are pictures to be framed hung, art being delivered and I constantly remix things around the apartment. That’s one of the joys of having a small space. And the more I live in it, the more I learn the space; the architecture, the quirks and the beauty of both.
Here is a sneak peek of my living room and where it is today. It is a perfectly, imperfect room with a fun mix of pieces that I love and have collected. That chair, yeah, I won that in a raffle, and in the beginning it lived in my bedroom. The elephant side table is a vintage piece gifted to me by my mom, who knew I had been obsessed with a similar table that we had when I was a child. I’m sure things will change some more, but today this is perfect. And more importantly, this is the place I call home.