i’ve been listening to pride and prejudice on occasional commutes and reading a lot of georgette heyer recently, which have slowly begun to transform my vocabulary.
for instance, i was being mock upset about something the other day and thought indignantly, “i’ve been ill used!” you know, because that’s something the average person says in 2016.
also recently, i walked up to my apartment building’s front door, next to which are two large bushes, looked at the one on the right sprawling over the landing and thought, “that wants trimming.”
on that note, let me welcome you to my apartment.
my favorite part of the apartment right now is the bedstead. allow me to recount a tiny bit of family history in order to explain why.
when i was 4 or 5, my great-grandmother passed away, after which we received some of her old furniture, including a table, china cabinet, and bedstead.
that bedstead was placed in my bedroom, and i slept in it for years. sometime around my early teen years, my mom bought a new bedstead for me and my great-grandmother’s was retired.
fast forward a little over a decade. i have graduated high school and college, gotten a full-time job, and moved out. the bedstead of my teen years is staying at my parents’ house, and so a family heirloom is unearthed for my renewed use.
you all. i love history. any kind. particularly family history.
i would have loved it a little better, alas, had i not grown JUST tall enough for the bedstead to be JUST too small. and for sure i would have loved it a little better had not, on one february night, a slat fallen out of the frame.
you all. there were exactly four slats. which means you KNOW when one of them has fallen out.
so after i texted bailey, “MY BED JUST COLLAPSED,” pr something equally dramatic, i hauled the mattress off the bed frame, set the slat aright, and sat back down.
i’d like to say that was a one-time occurrence except that it was actually the beginning of an ongoing pattern that has endured these last six months. so needless to say i was overjoyed when my parents offered to lend me the bedstead from my brother’s room and brought it over this past weekend.
next to the bed and ordinarily my favorite part of the apartment are my two bookcases, which at this point are two rows of books deep.
you might notice that the stack of books and the wicker basket lined with shamrock fabric has migrated from the floor in the lower left corner of the first picture to the left bookshelf in this one. ha!
these bookshelves were the first part of my room that i set up when i first moved in two years ago. i had taken a few pictures because i was going to blog about how i had organized them: unread books on the left bookcase, in alphabetical order by author’s last name, and books i’d already read on the right bookcase, in mostly alphabetical order by author’s last name. the idea was whenever i lamented a want of reading material, i could look at the left bookcase and easily see all my yet unread options. i kept books off the open-backed shelves of the left bookcase so i could arrange some of the figurines i’d gotten on trips, all arranged thematically.
it turns out a person buys a lot of new books in two years and mostly reads on her kindle, which means the shelves have degenerated into complete chaos and the vast majority of books i hadn’t read two years ago are still actually unread.
as for the figurines, they’ve given up their rights to territory and now make their homes wherever they can find the space.
this is admittedly true of my dresser as well, which is currently so cluttered i am NOT going to show you a picture. but here is evidence that once upon a time, the figurines lived happily on a liberal piece of real estate. and by “once upon a time,” i mean “nearly four years ago, when i still lived at my parents’ house.”
here is a corner of the dresser where it meets my desk. this is one of my favorite little spaces in my room.
the print on the left is by lara casey. a coworker gave everybody at my company hand-painted tissue box holders the first christmas i worked there. my friend kristen painted the canvas on the right, encouraging me to keep writing. on the front it reads, “words so innocent and powerless as they are standing in a dictionary; how potent they become in the hands of somebody who can combine them.”
when you step out of my room you’ll see my roommate’s on the left and the bathroom on the right. step further and you’ll be in the living room.
you can probably tell by most of the pictures that the sun set a while ago (which is why the lighting’s not great in any of them), brought to you by the joint effort of Poor Planning and Busy Schedule. (i’m writing this late wednesday night.)
i’d love to see y’all’s living spaces if you’re linking up with bailey today, so drop me your link in the comments!