I am the type of person who brings a mini-fridge (because I still have a mini-fridge from college) into the kitchen for a birthday party and proceeds to leave it there for weeks before putting it back downstairs in storage, where it belongs. I'm the type of person who has been using our extra dining-room chairs as nightstands in our bedroom because I despise the very idea of even shopping for nightstands.
I remember when Tony and I first moved into our house in Oklahoma. We set a jar up on a cabinet because we couldn't think of a good place for it. We said, "We'll just set this here for now and move it later, because we don't like the way it looks up here." It was still there when we moved out of the house three years later.
I am the type of person who wears the same pair of jean shorts and black flip-flops every day of the summer.
I have said it once and I'll say it again. I am not a fahionista. Nor do I have any interior design skills.
So, what you are about to see might seem like a small change to you, but please remember who you are dealing with: a girl who still wears tee-shirts from high school and constantly thinks to herself when presented with buying new things, "Do I reeally neeeed this? Probably not. I can live without it."
With that in mind, I give you the before:
It is much more comfortable in the upstairs area of our home, now.
Downstairs no longer has a couch and is pretty much a bunch of open space.
Maybe I'll do something about that next year.