This April will mark three years since I did the unthinkable and moved in with a boy (ew). Back when I was active on my blog, I shared several posts documenting the journey of our coming together to create a shared space we each felt equally represented by like this one when we gave the living room a facelift, this one showcasing our short-lived makeshift bedroom library that ended with Zac smashing the wood to bits and setting it on the curb (it was a cheap IKEA piece that caused more harm than good), this one with a boner-inducing before and after of our laundry + storage room, and of course, this one featuring my office space that has since welcomed a new desk, chair, and lighting situation but the bones are still there.
In 2023, we really leaned into figuring out the true aesthetic of our space. We live in a 1920s craftsman with endless quirks, minimal storage, and a lot of personality. Before Emma (or, as I like to say, B.E.), Zac had done a fair share of updating to the house, so there is some new with the old for sure. But this past year, we changed a lot — moved a lot around, got rid of a lot, added, subtracted, etc. etc.
Zac is a landscape architect (no, not your lawn guy but rather designs public parks, multi-family properties, the space around buildings and hotels, etc) and a natural artist. His taste is, IMO, impeccable (I mean, hello?), and the man has clear visions on what would look good where and why. Therefore, the updates I’m about to share with you are all his doing. Sure, I chimed in here and there, but I trust him implicitly, so I sat back on most of these decisions and let him do his thang.