This is a funky corner to try to get a shot of due to the teensy amounts of light that enter our living room. I haven’t done much work on it since that post. Sigh.
I kinda rearranged the white shelf I hate and it’s a little more appealing though I still think it belongs in a dumpster. By now you’ve probably figured out that we have piles of books everywhere. They completely take over the apartment because I can’t give any up, ever. Not even crappy, brain crack books I buy for long flights (Richard North Patterson! The drama! The intrigue!). I can’t donate them, I can’t sell them. I do lend them out but it’s always a regret because they never even up back in my possession.
We took down our Olalekan Jeyifous originals and put them in storage. IKEA frames don’t do this amazing artist (and also my brother-in-law) justice, so we decided to keep the art in the room in the family and stapled a tapestry from my Nigerian father-in-law’s travels home in their place until we can get the funds to display the prints properly. This particular piece of fabric had been folded up for years and was happy to see some life on the wall.
Along with a pillow cover I sewed and blogged about at ReadyMade last week, Mr. Sway is more fun too look at than the rest of the space. I’m not sure why this one room terrorizes me so.
THOUGHTS ON WHY THIS ROOM IS SCARY
+ the floors are a raw wooden mess
+ the couch is possibly too big for the room
+ the coffee table is possibly too big for the room
+ the white shelf needs to die a sledge-hammer death
+ we need more lighting
+ the Barcelona chairs still need cushions
+ it is hopeless
Those are my thoughts. What are yours?
Living Room Day 1