Let me just start off with this: I should have created this blog years ago, but I didn't. So I'll have to play catch up.
Basically, I've had an interest in home design and decorating since I was a kid who spent a lot of time watching HGTV with my mom. Growing up and moving out on my own was a decor dream come true - free reign to create a space just for me!
Aside from the short time periods I spent living with roommates, I've taken full advantage of my blank canvases (walls) whenever possible.
I'm going to start this blog back in time - 2012, to be exact. The year I moved in to my teeny tiny (250sqft) bachelor(ette) apartment. The first time I would have an entire apartment to myself. This space was for me, and I used it to express myself and surround myself with colours, pictures, and objects that brought me joy.
Although it was a rental, this apartment came to me courtesy of two of my best friends, a couple who had dove into the realm of income property ownership. Their tenant in the back addition of their red brick Victorian home was moving out... so I swooped in. Lots of paint, and one exposed brick wall (!) later, it was time to move in and fill it with all my junk... I mean, decorate the hell out of it.
Before I could move in, all I had were a few blurry photos to help me over-plan my oasis. This is what it looked like just before the previous tenant moved out:
Using what I already had, including the $50 mid-century sofa and chair I had recently acquired through Kijiji (score!), I soon had this setup:
The sleeping area, before my friend uncovered the brick:
And I'm not exaggerating when I say this place was tiiiiny. Allow me to refer you to my bathroom:
And the teeny tiny kitchen:
It was a bit cramped, but I made it work. I lived with the white cabinets for a long time, until I could no longer ignore the pink cupboard itch. Thankfully my friend let me paint them. I also updated them with brand new hardware, which made a bigger difference than I expected!
My Microwave and breadbox setup on top of the fridge did cut out some light, but it also allowed for more privacy. And counter space - as you can see, it was very limited. Since my stove was a glass-top, it acted as an extended countertop when I wasn't using it to cook KD (so, the majority of the time.)
My kitchen wasn't the only area to go through some change during the 4+ years I lived there. The living area experienced some switcheroos, too:
After I ditched the mustard yellow (uncomfortable) sofa and chair, I found a really comfortable red sofa on Kijiji. It was not quite my style, so eventually I gave it to my mom when she needed one, and I found something prettier. This settee was a thrift store score for $150. It also turned out to not be the most practical and comfortable piece of furniture (surprise, surprise.) Being home with the flu for three days, and trying to lay on this thing during Netflix binge sessions was the straw that broke the camel's (and my) back... it had to go, as heartbreaking as it was to accept that. I originally planned to store it until I moved to a bigger place one day, but ended up giving it to my friend (i.e. landlord) when she was looking for something for her master bedroom.
After the settee, there was the just-as-brief 'chair phase.' "Ooh, it will allow for more layout options and create the illusion of more space!" Yes, it would appear that there was an obvious pattern of me deciding that comfort wasn't important... I was always quickly reminded of how wrong I was.
I found it hard to watch movies on a settee, but somehow a chair was suffice... figure that one out.
Luckily, I found the perfect sofa through a non-profit, used furniture warehouse. 100 bones for this sleek-lined, minimal, mid-century style sofa:
Finally, my apartment became the best that it could be (on my budget, anyway.)
And then I moved, again.
Stay tuned for my much more brief one-bedroom apartment period.