This is basically the post where you realize I have a shopping problem, in case you didn’t know already.

1. My boyfriend and I went to Stillwater to celebrate our one year anniversary. I think our thought was that we were going to be all fancy. Then we realized we’re 23 and broke and we picked the cheapest place we could find. Woot!2-3. My boyfriend got me flowers for our anniversary. In the past he’s always gotten me live plants in the thought that they would ‘last longer,’ but after they all have died within a few days I think he’s finally realized it’s just cheaper to buy cut flowers. Anyway, they brighten up the desk (you know, the one I insisted I absolutely needed to buy to write, but never actually use except to pile random detritus on).

I also made the mistake of going to Target (also known as my bank account’s black hole) and discovering the Sugar Paper desk accessories section. So now I have a new file organizer, storage boxes (mostly empty, of course) and a “document envelope” that I just had to have because I thought it was so cute. At least my desk coordinates, though, right?

4. You know that spot in the hallway that attracts various pieces of furniture and puke and other stuff people discard? Well, I found this white cube shelf out there and since I was going to buy one anyway, I grabbed it. I like to think all the other who walk by will thank me for the now uncluttered (except for the puke spot, which is still totally there) hallway. And since I bought it I absolutely had to drag my boyfriend to HomeGoods, Kirklands, and of course, Target, to immediately fill it with decorative, non-functioning objects.

5. I started using the stairs instead of the elevator. It takes about the same amount of time since I don’t have to wait, and I’m trying to almost be a little bit healthier. I mean, I’m generally running down the stairs 10 minutes late for work stuffing chocolate in my mouth, but you know, it’s a start. And if you ignore the scent of 100 people’s B.O. smashed together and all the mysterious stains, it’s a lovely alternative to elevator travel. 6. We went out for my Dad’s 56th Birthday on Friday night and happily discovered a restaurant 2 miles away from my apartment that serves 2 for 1 drinks all day, every day. Needless to say, it was a fun night. And awkward, as is any time you’re not 100% sober with your parents. 7-8. We got to work turning the coffee table into an ottoman. However, I only had help sanding and spray painting it. I tried cutting the foam and stapling the fabric and doing the rest myself, so I rushed a bit (a lot) and it needs some work. Namely, because the ‘tufts’ are nonexistent. So I will try to fix that soon.

I also went to Target (mistake) yesterday and discovered they were having a one day sale on rugs so I bought a replacement I had been craving for the living room and it was even affordable (but still, probably, a mistake). It’s so fuzzy and I love it so much that this morning I moved the coffee table/ottoman/disaster and just rolled around and did rug angels for a while (yes, this is how I spend my time).

Overall, it was a great (but spendy, I should really restart that shopping ban) couple of weeks and I’m starting to not hate my living room so much.