I wanted to dedicate this post to one of my favorite things: the time honored craft of inebriated DIY.
There is a simple comfort in knowing that you can build, personalize or bastardize an existing piece into something you previously didn’t have the funds or real estate for. At this point in my life I have neither, so I will happily wield my glue gun and suffer third degree burns for the sake of my failing sanity.
To preserve the artistic integrity of the pieces (a.k.a to make me seem cooler) I shot them with instagram. It’s times like these I’m thrilled I spent four years at design school.
I’m well aware of the perils and trials of moving in Manhattan, and I plan on donating my few pieces of furniture once my sublet runs out. I don’t like the feeling of being tied down by material possessions — unless it’s my wardrobe. Which is probably worth more than me right now.
Needless to say I didn’t want to spend a ton of money on furniture, and as hard as I tried to avoid IKEA I inevitably ended up in the warm embrace of Swedish hell. To spruce up their generic and painfully boring black dresser — I stenciled on a fun gold chevron pattern. It didn’t take very long, and I only drained one Sharpie oil paint pen in the process. I’m thoroughly impressed with the end result and my ability to color inside the lines.
One of my favorite things about NYC are the flea markets. There’s something pleasing about digging through loads of crap and finding the holy grail. For example, today I scored a tartan Pendleton blazer for $20.
This mallard bowl is another one of my questionable scores, and it cost a paltry $3. You can take the girl out of New England but you can never squash her weird affinity for waterfowl.
If you know me — you’re well aware that I wear a headband every day. I’ve amassed a rather large collection by now, and it was a challenge figuring out where the hell to put them. In a moment of sheer genius I arranged them on this tiered cake platter, and now they’re not only easily accessible — but it doubles as a red flag for anyone who comes in my room.
And yes, that is a hamster deepthroating a baby carrot. It was my senior year painting final, entitled “apathy”.
I’ll post the rest of my room when I’m finally pleased with how it looks. I’m assuming this will happen sometime after Christmas, when the lights go on sale. I wish I were kidding.