I've had to get rid of a lot of crap since the epic downsizing of our living room began, and I have learned to let go of the back issues of magazines. Except for my Dominos and Blueprints. Never let go, Jack!
In the meantime, I now hate the brown paper magazine files I had before and don't know what to do with them now. Recycle? Curb?
The aforementioned purge has begun, dumping furniture in favor of smaller pieces. Our old bookcase fit cozily into its nook, but was more book storage than we needed. Let's be honest, we can't read.
See some before and after action: click here
It only took a year, but we finally got around to switching out our vintage (but too big) desk for a sleek new Parsons desk. There'll be more too--we've begun the process of dumping other furniture that's too large for the space for more petite pieces. In the beginning, we just wanted things to fit from molding to molding so the rooms would look "done," but now that our place has enough to look lived in, we can put things in that fit better overall. As for the desk, we've wanted this one for a long time, and the next project is a take-no-prisoners wire cleanup.
Highly recommended, and you can still touch your own walls afterward.
The dainty espresso cup and gdgt-stickered iPhone belong to the man half of this home.
This bowl of olives in no way represents anything about me, nor do I have any grand theses to declare based on its presence. It was just pretty.
I know, I was stupid for not trying it sooner. Now I finally have a second game for the PS3 that I'm obsessed with (the first is SingStar). I like to play.
Continuing Mike's gadget compulsion (evidence here and here), this Nokia N810 is his latest goodie. Do I get what it does? No I do not. But it's mounted in the living room and displays the weather and an RSS Feed, and I'm told that it's supposed to also control our iTunes. This means I'm sort of close to fulfilling my in-home jukebox dream.
Now this is a HOT Friday night. Hopefully to be repeated tonight.
I'm in the habit of declaring what ever flower I've brought home to be my favorite flower ever. I'm not about to break the habit now, so here it is: peonies are my favorite flower ever!
Mike says the not-yet-opened flowers look like baby fists. That's disturbing but I like it.
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