Anyway, the casbah that I am currently rocking (see how I did that?) is my own living room. You will remember that I was going insane in the membrane (another dated song reference) over the state of the living room rug. So I've been feverishly looking at rugs rugs rugs. Everywhere. Nice rugs that I can't afford. Awful rugs that I also can't afford. The whole thing was making me crazy(er).
To put it in perspective, I tried to buy a rug on a trip to Home Depot. Now, I'm not saying that Home Depot doesn't have some lovely rugs, but a living room rug is not something you just grab while you're running an errand to pick up some driver bits for your drill. You know what I mean?
Clearly I had reached a state of insanity? desperation? Something had to be done. It was about this time that I noticed on a lot of the design blogs and magazines I read, as well as on the flash sale sites I can't stay away from (curse you, One Kings Lane!), I was seeing more and more rugs from North Africa, like Afghanistan and Morocco.
Slowly, the wheels in my small brain began to turn, and I remembered that we actually OWNED two gorgeous moroccan rugs that Ted brought back from one of his trips there (this is the part where I look like a fucking moron, in case it wasn't clear). They were up in the attic, still rolled up in the packaging from when we moved and had them cleaned. It dawned on me that perhaps I didn't have to BUY a rug at all.
I tried to find a "before" photo of the living room, but this is the best I could do:
That's because I'm usually trying to crop out any appearances of the rug, since it looks like this:
I'll wait here while you go vomit. You're back? OK. Great. So after a trip to the attic, and what qualifies as a major physical workout for me, the rugs are in place. I didn't move the revoltingly dirty original rug or anything, I just slapped the "new" ones right on top of it, and I'm kind of digging the layered look.
Here's what the living room looks like now:
I know, right? So different! Here's the orange one:
I probably have to move the chest, right? Center it a little better? But that fucker is HEAVY, so I'll wait for Ted to be moving that shit. Here's the blue one:
So what do you think? Lay it on me; I can take it. Unless you hate them, in which case, tell me lies. But comment either way, because I'm very needy and comments make me feel loved. Also, I want suggestions for fabric with which to make throw pillows - I want to change all the ones on the couch and T-Dawg's mother-in-law is an awesome seamstress and is going to whip me up pillow covers as soon as I decide on fabric. So throw some ideas my way, now that you've seen the (smallish, but free so I'll take it) living room transformation. It's the least you can do, really! ;)