tour de l'appartement

Okay, since I couldn't bear to walk around with the Flip and not trip (unintentional rhyme) in order to showcase our [hopefully last] apartment, I figured I'd at least throw some photos your way.  We've lived here for a year, and in nine days will be packing up and leaving it behind.  [sob?]  I'm not unhappy about that.  A year of white walls has done me in.  I'm ready to actually decorate, since right now we have random candles and frames thrown in places to make it appear that we have some style.

Here's a gist of the layout:

So, you come knocking on our front door, we let you in and here's what you see:

From there you can stroll into the kitchen, and see our fridge, COVERED in love.  (note a postcard from this lovely lady on there!)  Also my second love is on the counter, sorry cheapo-microwave, it's my Cuisinart Coffee Brewer.

Now I'll get all MTV Cribs for ya.  You want to know what's in there, don't you?  Oh yes.  To be able to look back at what we ate way back when...we probably don't want our future kids to ever see this.

Why yes, our main categories are beer and yogurt.  Michael Weston anyone?  I took this photo on a non-grocery week, so we're snacking on leftovers, eating up remaining produce and getting rid of containers.  Normally the fridge looks a bit healthier, but hey, we don't want to move everything do we?  We'll be practical and eat like frat boys these last few weeks.

Onwards and forwards, to the living room, which I somehow forgot a wide shot of (d'oh) but here's what the corner looks like:

We're unofficially sponsored by IKEA and leftover furniture updated with slipcovers.  I love, love, LOVE the color combination in this room other than the dreadful white walls.  Give me turquoise and red any day.  Or turquoise and coral.  Or turquoise and yellow.  Or really, turquoise and any color.  It's the universal color for me.

I also love the [frame the date] on top of our bookcase (that is not used for books).  I'm thinking a gallery wall is a must in the new house, this will definitely be a player in that.

Oh, here's a view back to the kitchen from the living room:

Not that exciting.  We have a pretty sweet wine rack, which is almost empty, because packing makes me crave red wine.  Fact.

And then onto the master bedroom, I spared photos of the bathrooms since, well, I just didn't want to clean.  And didn't think I'd subject you to views of my makeup spread all over the counter.  I swear I don't live like that :)

Note Ricki's awesome pet stairs which THUD every time the little monster runs up and down them in the middle of the night.  But at least he's saving his knees for when he needs to jump up on the chair for important business like begging for food.  Also I love our comforter and our insanely large mirror leaning against the wall.  It makes me look skinny.  I'd hug it if I could.

I will miss this the most.

Not the mess, but the gigantic walk in closet that is the only acceptable substitute for not having Eva Longoria's closet.  We're back to two smaller closets.  Le sigh.  But at least I won't have Adam's coat collection hogging up my valuable shoe space.

Note, we keep things like volleyballs and stuffed animals in our closet, along with a small arsenal of Nerf guns.  So don't try to break in, we're armed with very powerful foam weaponry.

Also, I adore that the font on the photos crosses their 'z's like I do.  I cross my 7s too.  Does anyone else do that...

And that about wraps up our tour...well, except for the second bedroom which could appropriately be named boxland and our two bathrooms.  And the garage.  And patio.  Oh crud, I guess I left a lot out.  Forgive me, I'm not going to capture more of our mess, you'll see enough in our new house to last you a lifetime.

So there you have it, our first Cleveland home...and now onto our second.  In nine days.  Must pack.  Must stop blogging and pack.