Yesterday was a very exciting day for me. My boyfriend (we’ll call him Mr. V from now on) and I signed the lease to our first apartment alone! Last July, I moved into his apartment, which he shared with his good friend and it may as well have been a blueprint model for single messy men all over the world. Beer cans go on the dining room table, not to be moved until no wood surface is to be seen. Dishes belong in the sink, naturally, but will remain dirty until no other item in the vicinity can be re-purposed into a bowl for cereal. If this point has not yet been reached and the sink is full, the spill over dishes will sit on the cabinet, dried, stuck-on food and all. The shower will not be cleaned until the organisms that have grown on its floor and walls start speaking. I might be exaggerating a bit, but only a bit. I knew what I was getting into.While it's completely normal for a couple to have a roommate in this expensive city, we decided to move out, and started looking a few months ago. Luckily, we found a very cute 1 bedroom TWO BLOCKS AWAY from where we are now! This is good and bad, I suppose. Since living in New York, I have only lived in a general part of Brooklyn: Williamsburg/Greenpoint/Bedstuy/Bushwick. I was interested in moving to a completely different area, to get to know new shops and restaurants and perhaps even....a park, or trees, or something? At the same time, I'm glad I don't have to figure out a new commute (it's nice to be between the G, L, and JMZ....options are good!).
Neither of us really has any furniture. All of the lovely things I acquired before moving here a few years ago is sitting in the basement at my parents' house in the Midwest. Since moving here, I've not had a "home" really...just an assortment of apartments where I had to take other people who weren't my significant other into consideration. While I miss my great stuff back home, I am really excited to start from scratch. We're basically only taking our clothes, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and....ourselves.
I'm excited to "start over" and buy all new things for the apartment. Big items on the list are: a new mattress (a super comfy one, please), a couch (I know it's called a "sofa", but I also call "soda" "pop", so I guess I just don't like so_a words?), and a television. We want a big-ass television. BIG ASS! But, it's the small things that I'm looking forward to. I love it when I walk into someone's apartment and see some clever little accent that makes me smile. I need to come up with some of these things to recreate to the best of my ability (of which I have little) and budget (also seriously lacking...). If any of you lovely readers have suggestions on easy cute DIY projects or places to score cheap pieces (especially in Brooklyn!) please, do chime in!
xoxo,
Ms. Seberg
Though they're out of my price range for the moment, I've wanted calling cards for years, and these little cuties with custom portraits are simple and perfect. 
The calling card dream isn't dead, though, because they also have a more economical option that also caught my eye.
I'm not really even sure why I want calling cards, to be honest. I certainly wouldn't have my number on them; I'm notoriously awful at answering my phone and returning calls. Mostly because I loathe speaking on the telephone. It's just very unpleasant to me, for some reason. It makes me nervous. Which is, admittedly, weird. It would basically be a card with my name and e-mail address, which seems sort of useless, especially since I rarely have the occasion to meet new people to whom I'd give this card. Still...it's so classy!
