Hi out there. My first entry. What brought me here is my love of shabby chic decor, design, and finding a space to organize my thoughts somewhere.
Before I bought my first home, my boyfriend Ian reluctantly promised that I could be the one to decorate this time. It was surprisingly tough getting him to agree to this. Ian, an avid HGTV watcher (I know, HGTV really? hes a "modern man" he says) decorated our last apartment and I admit, the kid's a natural. A white branch here, grey and amethyst tones there, and our apartment was met with ooo's and ahhh's from virtually everyone who ever visited. I even remember an occasion of us walking into West Elm. He was putting some plates and things together and asked "What do you think about this?" Before I could answer, a woman walked up to him and exclaimed "Wow, I love what you did with that, so fabulous!" And there you have it, a decorating ego exploded.
Nonetheless, he relented. I was to decorate our new home. I was thoroughly excited by this challenge. Growing up in tiny NYC rental apartments, I didn't have much space to let my creativity run wild.
First order of business, get some new chairs. Shabby chic french vintage looking ones. I scoured the internet and found them, but at $700 a pop, they were too rich for my blood. Then I had a thought as I was looking through craigslist. Why not just reupholster my own chair?
