Idle Hands Awake

Readers, your agonizing wait is at an end: I am finally posting pictures of our apartment! I know, it’s super exciting, just take some deep breaths, I don’t want to cause anyone to swoon.

First up on the tour of the little Somerville haven I share with A. is the bedroom. Because it’s the room I’m least ashamed of. That makes me sound like I take my home too seriously, but I don’t mean ashamed as in slinking to the confessional with beads of sweat rolling down my face. Just, you know, a little embarrassed by. Not overly thrilled with. Whatever, it’s my (our) place, and if I were totally happy with it I wouldn’t have anything to do.

Anyways, this is it:

Wally insisted on being in the shoot so I included this highly flattering mid-bath portrait.

Interior photography is not my forte, but I think you get the idea. We live on the first floor of a 2-family house from around 1900. Not much updating has occurred so there’s lots of great molding, high ceilings, stuff like that. But then there’s also the downsides, like infuriatingly crumbly horsehair plaster walls, and an extreme lack of outlets (there is only ONE in the bedroom!).

The bedroom is definitely my favorite room, in spite of a few changes I’d like to make. I love the warm grey paint and the small size, it makes me feel like I’m sleeping in a cozy nest. But I want to replace some of the furnishings as a lot of them were inherited and aren’t really our style. Those brown curtains gross me out with their tentacle-like attached tie-backs and their brownness.

Style-wise something is a little off for me. I can’t quite tell what, but I do know that the bedroom does not look anything like the bedrooms on my Pinterest board. Maybe the problem is just that I’m comparing our space to ones that have been professionally styled by people with more money than me?

Also, you can probably tell that I’m a selfish decorator. This room does not look at all like my boyfriend shares it. In my defense, A. never really seems to care, but I am going to force him to have an opinion and start doing some amount of decorating to soothe my conscience. (Hopefully this decision won’t come back to haunt me in the form of a plaid overstuffed upholstered bed frame or something. Although that could be cool maybe?).

If you’re living with an S.O., how do you handle decorating your shared space? Do any of you have homes that really reflect both occupants?

More pics to come, I’ve just got to steel myself to show you the horror that is the rest of the apartment.