*Lyrics from Etta James‘ I Prefer You. I heard this on Pandora while unpacking and thought it was particularly appropriate for this next post. That said, I could really use some help in deciding what I prefer.
It’s official: we’re New Yorkers now. There are no more papers to sign, no more last minute projects, no more ‘oh, wait, where’s that going to go?’ We’re here, and we’ve got to make this little place our home. However, there’s still the matter of finding homes for all that stuff that made the journey from our (in retrospect) giant 1,926 sf house to our teeny, tiny, little Pied-à-deux.
I’m working on it, slowly but surely, tinkering, and rearranging things. Things that may still move some more, things that felt important enough to pack up and haul all the way to Brooklyn from Massachusetts, things that suddenly seem completely unimportant. Moves do that to you: you numb yourself to the disruptive and mind-altering power of a huge life shift, and just mechanically get through the process until it’s over. Well, that’s how I do it. Maybe that’s normal, too.
So, as we’re cramming things in this nook, and on that shelf, and in that cubby, and on that bit of countertop, I can begin – for the first time – to imagine this as my home, and not just a temporary one. We will probably stay here for at least another year while we continue to save up to possibly buy an apartment (and that may not be long enough given the crazy real estate market down here), so we really need to consider how to get the most life we can into this tiny 320 square foot spot (we recalculated our footages, and realized that our 400 sf estimate was exceedingly generous). Because despite the lackluster emotions I’m having toward all these things, I do know that we need create pockets of space for separate functions, and that we need to make these things useful.
Our latest design debate is about our coffee table/ottoman concept. See, we had a little coffee table (that I had purchased for my mom) but neither of us was that crazy about it. It was cute, and functioned, but wasn’t exactly us, and it was a tad bit too small, so we sold it at the yard sale. We also crave the ability to put our feet up. For all the years we lived with my coveted Bradshaw table (inspired, no doubt by fictional SATC character Carrie Bradshaw‘s iconic coffee table), I insisted that we not rest our feet on it (for fear of loosening the top and making it turn rickety). Plus, we dined on that table routinely (tucked in on the floor, cozy and soothed by our giant mind-numbing TV), so having feet on our dinner table seemed kind of gross. In this apartment, we aim to correct that lack of luxury.
So, here’s the debate: do we get a storage ottoman, great for putting more things into, like spare blankets/pillows, etc., or do we go for a smaller non-storage ottoman or bench, and retain a bit more floor space? Do we get a pair or cluster of small tables that we can split up, and still put our feet up, but also move things aside for when we need floor space? Do we search endlessly, and for weeks at a time, hunting and hunting, only to decide moments after we put anything in our virtual cart that, no, this isn’t quite right? Would anything seem right at this point?
I worked up this little collection of options for our roughly 55″x65″ rectangle of floorspace we have to work with (that’s the amount of space that exists between the front edge of the sofa and the front edge of the cabinet that the TV is on). Each has its own merits, each has its own downfall. We are mired in indecision. Help us.
1 Storage Ottoman | 2 Regular Ottoman | 3 Upholstered Bench | 4 Pair of X-benches | 5 Pair of Cube Ottomans | 6 Single X-bench | 7 Mirrored Oval Coffee Table | 8 Pair, or Trio of Marble Cocktail Tables
What would you choose?