There’s a tambourine on my bookshelf. It will be joined by pictures.
On the end table by the futon, there’s an old pair of binoculars resting next to a stack of colorfully bound books and a picture of my roommate’s family.
There’s a crate under the coffee table that holds our tiny DVD collection.
My diplomas are sitting atop my desk. Both high school and college. And there’s a colorful pottery vase holding my collection of knitting needles. And my little music box shaped like a piano that plays “Memory.”
Odds and ends, mostly. She and I have two different schools of taste. She has excellent taste. I have…exciting taste. She likes neutrals. Ha. Ha ha.
We’ve settled on eclectic. Our apartment will be very, very eclectic.
At least the kitchen has come together nicely.