I am a woman obsessed.

Let me tell you a true story from my own life. You have doubtlessly already heard this story if you have been within a 15 foot radius of me in the last two weeks because, as suggested by the title of this post, I have become a WOMAN OBSESSED.

So the story: about two weeks ago I was on the subway on the way to work. I was thinking about my life, my aspirations, my dreams, my energy, etc when all the sudden I had an epiphany. Lightening struck my brain. All of the sudden it all became so so clear: my living room was ruining my life. It's obvious really, in hindsight. My living room was a cluttered, uninviting, energy-sucking hole. (I've posted this picture of a black hole to demonstrate what was happening to all the life energy (hereafter "chi") that passed through my living room.)

As soon as was humanly possible, without even wasting the time to take a "before" picture, I removed the daybed from the living room. We had been using it in place of a sofa since moving in back in July 2007. And although it often caused guests to ask the question "Who lives in this room?" somehow it had never occurred to me that it was the cause of every imperfection in my life.
I'm going to post some old pictures of the living room here, just to keep your attention. They're off facebook and are pictures of a party, so it's hard to see the room, but maybe you'll sort of get the idea:
(don't get confused like I always do when looking at these pictures--the girl wearing my apron is NOT me)

My roomie Valerie and I dismantled the wretched daybed and put it out on the street where, in less than 30 minutes, it was removed up by someone who was probably very thankful for it.

For the sake of brevity, I will skip the step-by-step guide to all the changes I've been making to my abode. Except, I want to give a shout-out to the brilliant and inspired book Apartment Therapy and my friend Jenn A. who was genius enough to realize I would love the book and lean me a copy. Also, a special thanks to Jenn's super terrific husband Gustavo who came over and helped me fix up some things at the apartment, including (but not limited to) hanging my bike on the ceiling. Yipee!!

I think this post is dragging, so I"m going to conclude now quickly by employing the good old bullet point:

* I never ever cared a tiny bit about home decorating and now it is literally the only think I can think of.

*I'm on an eight-week home therapy plan and it's taking all my free time. And i love it. Who is this person I've become?

*I would say I'm re-decorating my apartment, but that term implies that it was decorated before, which is wasn't. So I just saying I'm decorating my apartment.

*The chi is flowing in my bedroom like I would not have though possible. I've always talking about it and believed in it, but I've never experienced it like I am now. I can practically feel it pulsating around all over the place bringing joy and happiness and most excitingly the energy of all sorts of new and exciting possibilities!

*I'm suppose to figure out what my decorating style is. This is hard for me because it turns out I have a very limited visual vocabulary. I've been taking on-line quizzes all morning and have yet to get the same result. In the next few days I'll probably make a post with pictures of rooms I like and ask for your help naming my style.

As always, thank you for your support in this matter.

Holly the Happy Homemaker