On a fairly regular basis, I find myself nearly walking into sign posts or tripping off of curbs whilst walking down the street as I’m straining my neck in order to peer into stranger’s half open windows. I’m terribly nosy and I don’t mind being inappropriate about it. If you’ve invited me into your house and dare to leave me alone long enough for you to use the bathroom, it’s likely that when you return you’ll catch me peeking into your fridge or abruptly shutting a junk drawer. I love seeing how people live. It’s why I was a real estate agent for three weeks.
However it’s not often that we’re granted unrestricted access into people’s abodes, so I decided to do ya’ll folks who are as meddling as me a favor and start apartment tours right here on therheeldaze. Seeing as no one has offered to allow me to snoop around their own quarters with a camera crew thus far, I’ve decided to start with mine in Astoria, Queens.
When you first enter my apartment you’ll be bombarded by pretty much my life story. I had a whole bunch of my favorite photos printed onto foam board. It was slightly pricey but cheaper than buying a hundred little frames and you can continually add to it with ease. If a guest is interested in my picture wall, it serves as an immediate conversation piece, and if they’re not, well then they can just get the hell out.
What I love most about my apartment is how much all of my friends have contributed to it. The frog mosaic on the wall is one of my favorite pieces and was made for me by my friend Philip and the stained glass window was featured here and put together by my uncle George.
The fridge is always a perfect place to clutter with random stuff that you know you want displayed but can’t quite fit into any other space. My aunt Nicole made me these clothespin magnets that you can stick pictures in and my friend Jackie got me this steamed vegetables sign as a house warming gift because I’m all vegetarian now.
This wasn’t intentional, but my living room seemed to develop an Africa theme the more I added on to it.
People are always asking me if I made these animal heads, which in turn makes makes me wonder if my friends think I’m extraordinarily gifted or that they look ridiculous. I did not make them. I got them from Anthropologie. However I did come up with the idea for these bamboo shelves. I ordered a bunch of the sticks online and bought some cheap metal brackets to fasten them to. All you need to know is how to use a drill. Luckily I’ve got a great tutorial for you right here.
This is a bathroom. My toilet has the kind of handle you’d use your foot to flush if you were in a bar or at the train station so it makes me feel right at home.
I found this painting in the garbage.
Sometimes I feel like I’m sleeping inside a Tiffany’s box.
I bought this jingly sash-type thing at a flea market in Bosnia because my friend Lisa and I like to shake it at the Sunday night drum circle in Clearwater. I was so excited to have authentic gypsy gear for us to adorn ourselves with until I got there and saw at least twelve other people wearing the exact same ones. I have since come to find that you can find these at pretty much any Renaissance fair and sometimes Target.
We had this flower bottle in the upstairs bathroom of the the house I grew up in and these Jesus candles I bought in preparation for hurricane Sandy. I was mainly worried about the electricity going out but I’m guessing going with God never hurts. The frog prince is from my grandmother. On it, she’s attached a note that says “Just one kiss, Kelly Muffin?” I think it’s her not so subtle way of telling me I need a man.
I swear these slippers are haunted.
Finally, of all of the wonderful things in my apartment, the little Kitty is my favorite by far.
Thank you so much to Doctor Dan and Nurse Kim (seriously) for coming over and taking such beautiful pictures with their super fancy camera. This was a really cool project that I recommend for anyone who hearts their home as much as I do.