Happy Friday and happy House Tour! Today I’m featuring the living room. This is a cozy space with major furnishings (couch, futon, coffee table) provided by my lovely roommate. The rest of the decor/furniture/crap is mine. Seriously, I have a lot of crap. Every time I move, my mind is blown by the amount of weird items I possess. But when I unpack, it’s those items that start to make my place feel like home again.
This is your view looking into the room from the double doors that lead into it. I LOVE having doors on this room. It made life much easier when Finn was a tiny pup, because I could contain him in the room with me. It is also really convenient when we have guests stay with us. I also love the punch of red that the couch ads, which is toned down by the neutral art, pillows, and rug. The wood coffee table, Ansel Adams redwood print, and southwestern rug take us into cozy territory, while the striped blanket, gold metallic pillows, and long, flowy curtains add a more updated/feminine feel.
Turn to your right from the entry to the room, and you’ll find our handy-dandy futon accented by some art (and an unamused/tired puppy dog.) The red door print is a piece gifted to me by my parents, the mirror is the lovely roommate’s, and the red-frame drawing of Finn was given to me by my bestie. (Best present ever.) The awesome Mexican throw blanket is also the lovely roommate’s. She’s from San Antonio and knows where to buy all the best blankets and Mexican mumus. She’s also been stung by a scorpion multiple times and like…actually doesn’t care about that or think it’s cool, so she’s pretty much a superhuman. If I got stung by a scorpion, I’d probably need to go to some type of rehab or counseling to get me through it. I digress. The basket/hamper holds all of our blankets so they are easily accessible.
Standing in the back corner of the room in between the red sofa and white futon gives you this view of the bookshelf/TV console and the patio door. I got the white Ikea Expedit bookshelves for a stupidly low price on Craigslist- one of my proudest moments. They are so basic and could be used for so many things. For now, they work great as a TV console. I display and color coordinate my prettier books and put the uglier (but still worth reading!) books in the black boxes. I use the top of the shelves to display larger items- candles, a flower pot, and a glass container filled with seashells collected on family vacations.
Here’s another view of the console situation. I’m kind of at a loss for what to do over the TV, so I settled on…nothing. There’s already a lot going on in this room, so I think it works for now. At my next place, I’d like to have the TV mounted so that I’m able to use more surface space on the shelves to display more tchotchkes. (Linked to Wikipedia because I obviously had to Google how to spell it, and because I subsequently learned that in some circles “tchotchke” is used as a slang term that means “bimbo,” but in other circles it is a term of endearment meaning “friend.” I prefer the latter, cause I love me some tchotchkes.)
In a crazy full-circle moment, I’d like to spotlight some of my tchotchkes, one of which features a bimbo. Well, a prostitute, to be more specific. I inherited an obsession with all things colorful/Hispanic from my mom. I was with her when we found this lovely little display at La Mariposa in Dallas, and I had to have it. For me it’s more about the color/glitter than the subject matter, but the subject matter is pretty funny/doesn’t hurt.
This little guy came from my sister’s study abroad time in Peru. I just love the colors and thinks it makes such a happy little statement.
Here’s the coffee table tray, complete with the necessities- coasters, flowers, and coffee table books. This Edward Gorey book may not look cheerful, but anyone who has read his books or seen his illustrations will understand the weird humor involved. Highly recommend!
So that’s my weird space. Somehow the mix of the roommate’s stuff, my stuff, and my unusual taste in tchotchke’s comes together in a unified-ish way. I love being surrounded by personal items that mean something to me, which is why I proudly display my Dallas neighborhoods and Finn art, books I’ve read time and time again, seashells from family vacations, and funny decor that makes me smile and think of a fun afternoon with my Mom.
How do yall decorate your space? Prostitute art or no prostitute art? The world needs to know.