A Tiny Place to Sit … and Play

When I first saw our apartment, it was a wreck. Two boys were living in it. They had, like, 18 couches in the living room, and they were big black leather ones. They even pushed one up to cover the fireplace — major sin in my book. The bedrooms just had mattresses thrown on the floor. A very real bachelor pad. But somehow I just knew it was the right place for Boyfriend and me.

A year and a half later, and we love our tiny apartment. So the other day we had photographer (and friend!) Monica Wang over to take some pictures of the place. Eventually, I’ll put up a house tour section, but for now I decided to share a few.


This is one side of the tiny eating area. We originally had a large table, but gave it up for the piano. (I took 10 years of lessons, and I don’t want to lose it all …) I was never able to have a piano in any apartment because I was never on the first floor; that all changed with this place. I found this tiny gem on Craiglist for $20! Actually, that’s quite common ’cause many people want to get rid of them, but don’t want to pay to move ‘em. We paid for movers and a tuner, and now we have this happy little area.

The black and white pic on the piano is of my grandparents during college when they were dating. It’s one of my favorite photos because it’s so happy, and they seem so in love. In the photo, my Pop-pop (grandfather) is pretending to throw my Nan (grandmother) in a well. He’s smiling real big, and she has her head back and is laughing. (My Nan likes to add that right after the photo was taken, his friend shot her in the ass with a beebee gun. Haha.)

On the other side of the eating nook is our actual eating area:


Obviously, it never looks this clean, but it’s nice to pretend. Boyfriend picked out the table. We were walking past an antique shop in Venice on day, and the owner was working on this table. Boyfriend asked about it, but the man said he had a client that was probably going to buy it, but to call him later. I forgot about the table, but Boyfriend actually called. And the owner still had it. I ran over and picked it up. It is the perfect size.

The rug is a new addition. We found it at the Rose Bowl Flea Market — along with those blue Danish candlesticks under the fern. It’s supposedly Iranian and over 130 years old. It’s not as big as we would like; ideally it would be 9 x 12, but now we use it to cover up the terrible linoleum in the eating area/kitchen. The chairs are another DIY project off of Craigslist, but I’ll share that another time.

As for the kitchen … those pics are coming next. Stay tuned!