Sometime around 2003, I idly dreamed of being an interior designer. Of course I skipped to the good part where I was making millions designing rooms for people who had incredible amounts of money. Since I had no plan or money, all of my decorating attempts at this point have been C- at best. In fact, I vaguely knew what furniture belonged in what room, which is surprising given my mom ordered Southern Living and other room-project-magazines during the entirety of my life.
Using the term "design" loosely, I came up with rooms that included:
A swing under my loft. Typing on a computer is a little weird at first, but now they have these mechanisms.
|Presenting, the Hawaii Chair, that allows you to perfect your abs at the office. Photo credit|
Rope lights, a cheaper cousin of the neon sign.
|Catwoman costume and cats are separate. Photo credit|
Sheets. Do you remember sheet forts when you were a kid? They are inspiring like how this is inspiring.
Spray painted picture frames.
Fake ivy leaves.
Well, I didn't decorate with cat furniture per se, but it was one of the bigger pieces of furniture in the living room.
Anyway, I'm not sure what I'll do with the rooms in the new house. I have briefly considered something with pink and zebra, but I just don't have that kind of commitment. I mean, zebra rugs can be over $350, and that's not great considering it got a 3/5 star rating. Then there are creepy furniture and rug stores you can go to where you're not allowed to actually sit on the furniture and everything is "on sale for a limited time only."
|Perfect for my Addams family room...I will take the whole set! Photo credit|
I could get a real designer, but if I had that kind of money, I would retire.
Ah, first world problems...