Last week there was a disaster here at the Rearranged Design Headquarters (my apartment). In the span of two minutes my whole apartment changed.
I foolishly, I know this and I knew it at the time and still did it, left my iron on the bed (it was on for seconds I swear) while taking pictures of items for my shop.
Predictably the iron burned the curtain I was using for a backdrop and the bedspread underneath. I was enraged! Mostly at myself and in that rage my pulling back of the curtain managed to bring the whole apparatus down laughably (not at the time) on my head.
Shown here in happier times:
Since we're moving soon (less than two months now) it would be pointless to patch the whole and put in new anchors and screw the thing back up, not to mention it's a total pain in the ass, I decided it was time for a change anyway.
So I rearranged. I moved the couch and rug, put the nightstand on the other side of the bed, replaced the smaller aqua lamp with it's larger brother and got the white saarinen knock off table out of retirement.
It's very open now and the apartment feels very long. I liked having the curtains up because the served a few purposes: a cozy feeling when we slept and my photo background for my shop.
Without that division I feel like you walk in and it's just "Hi, I live in a studio!". Which I suppose I just have to build a bridge and get over that.
As for my pictures I just had to suck it up and build a light box.