Okay so before we begin I would just ask that you be a good friend and NOT look at my living room right now, because it is super trashed.
I know I can trust you, and I know that you would never......
OMG. Seriously? Rude. NO, it's not funny at ALL. Ugh. Hold on.
**ENTER 7 CUPS OF NESPRESSO AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE'S 'LET THE GROOVE GET IN' ON REPEAT**
Okay, that's better. No, it's okay - I'm not mad.
As you can see I did a bit of re-arranging from the way things were situated when we first moved in. The reason for the switch (the couch used to be over by the television on the far left side of the room, now it's, "RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE -- LET THE GROOVE GET IN -- THERE-THERE, RIGHT THERE") was that Arnaud and I were not sitting at our little table to eat or to work.
We were instead living on our couch, which is fine (is it though? is it?), but I happen to detest this particular couch, comparing it and all couches for the rest of my life with my beloved couch in Seattle. They all fail. I am not over it. Let me grieve.
Anyways, watching all of our nightly rituals occur on and around and behind and underneath the evil couch was making me quite the Crankypants McBitcherton. But how could I change the ritual? Why were we acting so couch-bound in the first place when we had a perfectly fine little table at which to sit? (grammar five).
Though I would like to be the exemption to the rule, I certainly am not: we were not sitting at our little table because it was all the way across the room from the television, and the television has the same "centering factor" as a fireplace, at least in our home. We only watch organic, fair-trade television, of course, so we are still better than most people.
In order to try to remedy this URGENT predicament (it really was making me SUPER cranky), I decided since the television had to stay in the same corner ("are you comfortable... right there-right there... let the groove get in... there-there right there..."), I would make the couch the 'far away' item of furniture, and put the table close to the TV.
This really changed the room (which is MASSIVE -- the windows are 13x8) into feeling like one big room rather than two little ones, one of which was beginning to feel like the corner we only went to when we were super pissed at the other person (not that that ever happened... we don't fight... ever).
We still have virtually no furniture, as you can see. The blue industrial bins (which I am obsessed with) are what Arnaud's parents gave to us to move our few belongings from France to Belgium... I think they are expecting them back soon (which is not going to happen... I will just use the, "Oh my gosh, I didn't understand, again!" card -- but seriously I will beg them and say, "ARE YOU COMFORTABLE -- RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE -- LET THE GROOVE GET IN -- THERE-THERE, RIGHT THERE").
Eventually we want a giant bookshelf for the wall behind the couch, and a fabulous bar credenza type thing for the wall beside the table, and also a bird. Other then that, we just desperately need stuff for the walls. Here's a few more pictures to get the feel.
We move the two chairs around all the time -- and the fact that the coffee table and two chairs match was the BIGGEST cluster. I choose to pretend that I did it on purpose, but let's just say that we had a surprise 'extra' delivery... and everything matched, and it was not supposed to, but we got it for free. Awkward.
I like to explain it this way: Where's the purpleish, gray velour tufted furniture?
"RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE -- THERE-THERE, RIGHT THERE"
Can you see now why I am obsessing on getting the room painted??
It is begging for color. I think the gorgeous white ceilings will pop even more against a different color. I found a store half a mile from our house that is a showroom for Farrow and Ball. I am eyeing this color, if by eyeing you mean obsessing and dead-set on: Skylight
Soon, soon. (the Polish painter is only an awkward email away).
After the paint, (which I might do myself because I feel so desperate...honestly, how hard can it be? Pretty hard? Oh okay) CURTAINS. Again, the room is screaming for them, yes??? Those WINDOWS. Kill me now. So beautiful.
Stay tuned for the next installment of Mon Appartement... turns out the next installment is a 4 part series about my bathroom.
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