TVtoo

I'm at KTB's house in Chicago, and it's been fabulous to discover that I'm not on my own in one of my quests: to grown-uppify my home. Man, it's hard. It started with nice furniture. Ok, I've got a bedroom set and a new couch with microfiber. Microfiber, by the way, is incredible; I spilled red wine on it and was able to clean it up completely with a damp, dirty sponge. I know!

Then I bought bookcases at Ikea, and inherited a used tv stand, so I can use what my tv was on as a coffee table. And I think I'm fine. I'm done. Place looks all grownup, right? So I ask the first person who comes over. And she says the picture frames don't match. The desk is light colored wood, while the rest of the room's wood is a dark brown or black. And then there's the tapestry covering the wall behind the tv. And the tapestry covering the door to the rest of the house. It still looks like a college kid lives here.

So things are needed. A set of little shelves from Bed Bath and Thunderdome. More bookshelves or storage units, maybe. All in dark brown or black. And I think this is what I want, but I keep hearing Tyler Durden's voice in my head, telling me that eventually the things you own end up owning you.