Oh sweet Emily, you recently wrote about the kind of disaster that is your family room. And I gotta tell ya, I really needed to read this. Yes, you might have been sitting on the most perfect vintage blue Persian rug that you bought for $12 that alludes me and wearing the most perfect plaid shirt with the most perfect brown boots not tucked into straight leg jeans that I can never seem to pull off without feeling like I’m stomping around like a tyrannosaurus rex cowgirl…sorry, rambling, I digress, focus…but you taught me that it’s ok to have a room that’s not completely perfect and still showcase it on House Of Hipsters…even if it makes you cry a tiny bit.
Many of you have asked for a house tour. A wider look at the nook of disaster in the living room. I’ve had some emails asking which coffee table I wound up purchasing. Did I add curtains to the living room? Well, this living room makeover even if not quite perfected will answer a few of those unanswered questions.
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Over my break, I kinda stepped back from the old bloggety blog and took one of the views from 40,000 feet. Yikes, I sound so corporate. But I did, and something very noticeable stood out to me. House Of Hipsters took a weird turn from home decor to being more DIY driven. Wait, what??? How did that happened? Don’t get me wrong, I love the DIYs, cocktails and recipes, but I need to get a bit more home decor back into the loop.
If you were one of my original readers, you may remember a little series I started called, “I Make Emily Henderson Cry”. If you don’t, you can read more here, here and here. I’ve explained in the past that there are several nooks of perfection in my home, and then there are nooks of utter and complete horror. I picture Emily knowing these nooks exist, and she sits in a beautifully organized, colorful closet, crying sweet salty tears of sadness. Somewhere in Hollywood, this poor woman is in disarray and has no idea why. Maybe it’s because Orlando left her for Homepolish. Maybe it’s because Charlie Hendo smeared his cute baby hands over her white leather poufs. Maybe it’s because she lost a button on her favorite floral blouse. No my dear, it’s not. Alas sweet kitten, it’s because I can’t for the life of me figure out how to style my nooks of disaster.
The evidence is pictured here. In my living room. It screams, “Don’t look at me! I’m hideous!” So what did I do about it? Well, I can tell you one thing, I’ve been sitting here for the past 4 months asking myself that same question.
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Hey guys! I hope y’all have recovered from your food comas and paid off your credit cards from Black Friday because we’re not done shopping. Not quite yet anyway. I need a new coffee table, and I need your input. Well, to be honest I’ve needed a new coffee table for quite some time (since we moved into the house, I knew the existing one wasn’t quite right), but Thanksgiving evening it all came to a head when this little gem was finally unrolled and loved on. Ya, have to admit, I kinda caressed it’s awesomeness for
a few minutes an hour or two or three or four (let’s be real). I’ve been lusting over it for years. Ever since my girl Emily Henderson rolled it out for the first time, I kinda went bonkers over it.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved (past tense) my present coffee table in our old place, but it just doesn’t fit in the space in this new house. It’s a 48″ x 48″ monstrosity that has overtaken the TV room. It’s enormous! The Boy and I can roll out a full sushi meal on it and have room to spare. It’s crazy huge (and for sale BTDubs). I loved it at the time because of it’s size, and it’s from Room and Board so you really can’t go wrong. However, in this new space, it must go.
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