My apartment and I are coming up on our nine month anniversary. NINE MONTHS. How did that happen? In light of this, I figured I’d finally show some wide-angle shots of my bedroom. I’ve shown a bit here and a bit there with various projects and acquisitions in the past, but it wasn’t until the last week that things really started looking… complete? Until I futz with it some more. In any case, the time has come.
Part of what makes things look good? INSANELY, OUTRAGEOUSLY good thrifting luck recently. Like, of a magnitude that has made me feel both greedy and more than a little obnoxious. I was going to break these things up into separate posts, but then I just figured it might be better this way. If you are the type of person, as I am, who gets jealous of other people’s maddeningly good deals… think of this like tearing off the band-aid quickly.
George Nelson, you kill me. That big, glorious, UFO-shaped saucer Bubble Lamp (size medium) is something I NEVER would have expected to own… like, anytime soon. It’s one of those things I dream about. But remember a week ago when Anna talked about what she took home from the DWR Annex? Well, this was the baby boo that came home with me. Stupid me forgot to take a “before” picture, but I promise it was in less than perfect condition. It was like it had a big hunchback—wires bent in funny directions and all looking pretty fucked up in general. Evan spotted it first, for which I momentarily hated him intensely. But then he and Anna both decided it looked beyond saving, so they passed. But when I talked the salesperson down to only $65 (down from $99), I just had to go for it. Some very delicate bending, a little wire-finagling, a lot of patience. It’s still not perfect, but it’s pretty damn close. And for over 80% off, pretty damn close is something I can handle.
Anna was a little ticked that she and Evan hadn’t just gone for it since they did have first dibs, according to thrifting etiquette. But, don’t worry, I think I patched things over.
Oh, and what’s that to the right of the bed? A Bertoia Diamond chair? Well, it started as this disgusting thing I schlepped about 8 blocks to my apartment while it was snowing over the weekend, because that’s what crazy people who love chairs do. For an agonizing three seconds I considered somehow trying to salvage the vinyl upholstery. But then I realized it had all the charm of a deflated inner tube anyway.
The frame was a hot mess.
Luckily, Mr. Clean Magic Erasers have the singular ability to renew my faith in man’s inventiveness and ability to overcome all odds of grimy shit.
Things even got a little steamy.
And HOT DAMN. And wanna know something else? $60. Talked down from $89. I hate me too.
My living room is really suffering from how much I’m currently enjoying my bedroom (and therefore just moving everything I love in here) and I’m told the sofa really misses its vintage lucite nesting tables. But I don’t care, because they’re awesome for next to my bed. Oh! And the FADO lamp from IKEA. I love my little orb of light.
So nine months doesn’t seem like a very long time, but then I found this picture I took shortly after I moved in.
Yowza. I guess a lot does happen in nine months.
And the opposite side of the room?
The one thing that bugs the shit out of me is the 9″ gap between the wall and the wardrobe where I keep the ladder and other assorted tall stuff. I need to figure out how to block that off eventually, but a super skinny curtain just seems weird to me. Hmph, I’ll think of something.
The art above the bed, however, is the most incredible thrift find I have ever, or will ever, be a part of. My mom and I found that together in a thrift store about 10 years ago, and it’s an Alexander Calder litho from 1974. Also $60. Pretty unbelievable. It’s hands down my favorite thing in my apartment, and I finally just let myself put it in my bedroom after feeling like it just should be in the living room for months. Sometimes you just need to let yourself have what you want.
So this is what I’ve learned:1. Don’t accept sticker price unless it’s the kind of store where you have to. Caution gets you nowhere in thrifting, but being shameless about making lowball offers and pointing out damage like a prick can get you anywhere. 2. God wants me to thrift. I think that is the only explanation for what’s going on here.