I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I like my apartment; I might even love it. But I’m, oh, I don’t know… bored. I’m pleased with most of our fully decorated rooms but as of right now I have no desire to work on the ones that still need some furniture/elbow grease/love.
Take the TV stand above. It was found in the basement of our apartment building, a relic of someone’s kitchen, maybe even my own unit’s. I hauled it outside on a warm day this summer and cleaned it to the best of my ability with a plan to spray paint it fire engine red. As the weather got cooler it remained unpainted and with temps hovering in the teens and twenties since December, it will stay that way until spring. Point is, it doesn’t belong in the living room. As cool as I think it looks, the damn thing makes me feel like I live in a dorm room. I’d prefer something a little more finished.
Apartment Resolution One: get a new TV stand.
Apartment Resolution Two: sew some freaking covers for pillows to place atop these bane-of-my-existence-knockoff-Barcelona-chairs.
Apartment Resolution Three: get rid of that crappy white wobbly bookshelf.
Apartment Resolution Four: put up art in the slate hallway.
Apartment Resolution Five: paint the bathroom the same slate color.
These all seem attainable, no? If I can just complete one, I know that my lethargy and my who-gives-a-s***-attitude will both be stopped dead in their tracks. Just one task. I think I’ll take a sledgehammer to the white shelf. That seems the easiest project for now.