My space is an odd shaped room in the back of the apartment. We have two rooms this shape, both with bathrooms coming off of them (B uses the other one for his hobbies, which can be quite messy). Originally, this was our bedroom, simply because that’s where the bed was when we moved in, but a few months ago, I decided to dismantle the bed and move it to a different room and that’s when this space became mine.
The first thing I did was paint the walls a bright white and replace the heavy mustard curtains with sheer white ones. I love how white brightens up a space and makes colors pop. It just inspires me.
Next, I hauled all the furniture I wanted into the room. The space is quite big, but not shaped well at all. The wall with the window is actually curved, so nothing can lay flat against it. I also have two giant, ugly wardrobes that I must keep in the room, because, as much as I hate them, they serve the necessary purpose of holding my clothes.
Once I had everything in the room, I began experimenting with
arrangements. This took the better part of a day, with B occasionally wandering
in and laughing at me as I tried to manhandle the enormous wardrobes into
various positions. Finally, I managed to make them take up as little space as
possible, and began the fun part – drilling.
The final step was to organize the mess that is my life. I
boiled old Ikea candles and took the glass cups to hold bits and pieces. I
found some fun bowls at a market and sorted my earrings and coins and rings. I
draped my necklaces, scarves and hair accessories on hooks and hung all my
dangly earrings on the window screen. I sorted my embellishments, strings and
such into baskets a friend gave me. The
room began to look bright and colorful and fun. I threw myself on the couch and
admired the effect. B, somehow sensing the end was near, stuck in his head and
whistled.
