My first apartment was above a garage next to the flower shop where I worked during my first years in college. Looking back, it was a challenging layout – Pullman kitchen, long, narrow living-dining space and a vintage bath off the bedroom.
How to imprint a personal style on an architectural afterthought filled with castoffs? We were ingenious, working on a nonexistent budget. We covered a wall with burlap and painted the stucco a pale ochre. An Aztec calendar took pride of place, perhaps predicting the path I'd take one day.
It was tiny, eclectic and inviting, each piece related through color and texture. I remember those days with nostalgia.
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