Decor

Apartment living renting is interesting. We can't paint and we think thrice about putting holes in the wall. Today, one of my greatest fears came true. We became victims of the Firing Squad. The Firing Squad is when all of your furniture lines the walls like its being lined up to die.

Really, it's just the entertainment center and desk that are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, ready to face down the gun barrels, but still, they're two large, major furniture pieces. So, I'm trying to work around it.

We just moved the desk into the living area. Blake has lots of studying to do now and we figured that he could have a desk in the bedroom and have a media/electronics-free zone. He liked the idea. He gets to concentrate. Frankly, being unplugged scares me to death. I blame Syracuse University. I never had high-speed before college... now I'm ruined for life.

Anyway, he's studying and I'm... blogging... and contemplating the space around me. The things that keep me sane are baskets. When we first got married, one of my first purchases were "stuff baskets." Since Blake and I had dated (attached at the hip) for five or so years, I knew his habits. I knew that if I didn't give him a place to put his things, I would have to help him hunt for keys and play the "honey where" game a million times a day.

Of course, stuff baskets are dangerous. They can become the dreaded catch-all, which ends of being less of a time-saver and more of a pit-of-crap. Once in awhile, I weed out his stuff basket. I don't have a stuff basket anymore. I needed it for the living room to keep the remotes in. But I still keep baskets everywhere. One by the front door for keys, the aforementioned remote basket, bread basket, book basket.

When I got married, I believe I got no less than four wicker baskets of varying shades and shapes. I thought, "what the heck am I going to do with these freakin' baskets?" Now, I find myself wishing I had more... that I could basket-ize the whole apartment.

Man, I'm such a freak.