Home Tour // A Farewell To My Tiny Apartment
I've always wanted to live in a tiny apartment.
No, really. Maybe it was all the Sex in the City I watched (read: snuck) as a kid that romanticized city loft living for me. (Although, let's be real, those women were living in palaces.) My whole young adult life, I counted down the days until I'd move into some dreamy Manhattan fifth floor walk-up like a prisoner scratching tallies in the wall, anticipating his big break.
Well, I ended up in Nashville instead of Manhattan, and on the first floor because this lady doesn't want to be dragging her guitars and keyboards up and down stairs all the time. But, I loved this apartment just the same. It was good to me for a couple of years, but now it's time to say farewell to my little shoebox single-lady apartment, because (big news) I'm graduating into the brave new world of home ownership! It's crazy, it's completely terrifying, and it's the most exciting thing ever.
The last time I moved, I showed you around my old house in East Nashville. So, to honor my little Germantown loft properly, here's a (brief) home tour of my (super tiny) home before I move on to greener (read: bigger) pastures.
Above: Guitars "Alice" and "Ben" rest side by side. They make a great couple; Ben is much older, but he has to concede that Alice wears the pants.
Below: The apartment has 3 rooms; this, the "everything" room with kitchen, one bedroom, and one bath. This living space served as my den, office, and writing room. (Now that The Shop has moved into its own space, the office area has turned into our dining room.) My sectional sofa and armchair are from West Elm; the lamp is CB2; the coffee table is by Orchard Tables.
Above: I've finally figured out how not to murder most of my plants.
Below: This gorgeous credenza is part of the Broyhill "Saga" series, which was only manufactured in 1952 and '53, if I have my facts straight. It has a really lovely star pattern carved into the doors. I got it for a steal on Craigslist.
Above: On the left; I made this little piece by glueing some spare keys of an old piano together that someone was giving away on Craiglist. I made the "guts" into a nifty headboard, which you'll see soon. On the right; One of my paintings, and my little red keyboard.
Above: What used to be my office was converted into a dining room when I moved The Shop over to its own studio space a few blocks away. The desk pictured I built myself.
Below: Another of my paintings hangs over a piano keyboard headboard that I mounted on the wall with the help of my reluctant mother and step-dad. Tough work, but it looks pretty swell. Bedding and side tables from West Elm; pillows from local shop Cadeau.
Above: More proof that I can keep a plant alive, and my geometric triangle painting hangs in the bathroom, because there is literally no wall space left in this shoe box apartment.
Below: To help with space in the kitchen, I stained and hung some shelves where I keep my plates, some recipe books, and my bar accouterments.
Below: My mother found these yellow hand painted Italian dishes for me at an estate sale. The blue bowl in the front comes from West Elm, the large in the back is from Vietnam. My beautiful grandmother strikes a pose for my photographer grandfather on their honeymoon.
Well, there it is, and there it was. My days of posh (but cramped) apartment dwelling are now over. Soon, I make the move just 3 blocks away to my new home... Can't wait to share it with you!