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Every once in a while we, in a fit of restlessness, we rearrange everything in our living room. We flipped it completely a few months ago, and now we’re flipping it back. We don’t really own nice things, so why not? It keeps things interesting.
We’re slowing giving our apartment a facelift. We bought an antique coffee table and refinished it. Meg stripped the kitchen table, repainted the legs white and stained the wood on top, then did the same to the chairs. They look great. It’s nice to own some cool furniture that we reworked ourselves.
We ordered a brand new couch last week, too, hence the desire to flip the living room layout around once again. We bought this print from local artist Matt Andres. We’re block mounting a few nice black and white photographs from our trip to Spain.
I’ve never had the disposable income nor permanency of residence necessary to feel like I should make my home visually appealing. I still don’t, to be clear, but there are things we can do. The impermanence of apartment living has lulled me into laziness, and I’ve never felt particularly inspired by my home, perhaps because it’s never felt like one.