significant sunday: the end of an era

i believe your decor and home say as much about you as your wardrobe. what gets interesting is when your decor is the artistic equivalent of having your cousin's kid's report card on your fridge; vaguely uncomfortable, raises some awkward questions, but you feel bad about taking it down.

prior to today, my poor roommate and i had been subject to a painting done by our landlord's ex-girlfriend. this was a painting of, i shit you not, a giant pink vagina.

no, seriously.

the first conversation i had with anyone coming into my apartment was "hey! how are you! welcome! yes, that's a vagina. can i hang your coat?"

still don't believe me?

i told you so. 

now, we didn't really have anything better to hang there, and we never really got around to it. finally, today, we said enough was enough. the reign of the giant pink vagina had to end. it was really saying bad things about who my roommate and i are, as people. i mean honestly. anyone who sat in the chair underneath it looked like they'd just been birthed.

so, off to the dress code, where i can just as easily find amazing housewares as i can lucky brand jeans or a vintage brahmin leather bag for $30 or less. and viola. we now rival versailles in both class and glass.

so. much. BETTER.

it's a very important day in a girl's life when a fantastic furniture find is as exciting as jeans or a purse. my membership card to the grown-ups club is totally in the mail, i can feel it.