When my friend Dee moved into her place a few years ago, she asked me for help. I pretend I’m a good friend so I said yes.
We had her dad’s old furniture to work with, an IKEA budget and an afternoon to get as much done as we could. One budget decorista coming right up.
Fast forward two years later and now she’s moving. We never really finished and now I’m bummed I wasn’t a better friend and pushed her to do so.
Before any packing started, I suggested we take some photos so we’ll never forget that one summer afternoon we jam-packed her compact car with apartment purchases. But mostly I want evidence shall I ever need her to return the favor. I’m teasing.
Lots o’ color.