So it's done. I've made THE MOVE. I will no long call Apt #34 home. It is now "the condo" and home is *our* home. Me and the s.o. Things went relatively smoothly considering that in the first hour he observed aloud "wow, baby, you have a lot of stuff." Which is probably true. Try as I might, but I tend to be a keeper. I promise I'll show some sneak peaks when all the "stuff" is out of the garbage bags (yes, I moved using garbage bags!) and commingled a little bit more.
Now I like my decor like I like my
fashion, interesting, layered, textured, but with an edited simplicity. The s.o. takes simplicity to another level. It's definitely male-minimalist. Which from the outside I really appreciated. No clutter, no excess. But now, from the inside, I'm finding I need a little bit more.
As I survey my piles I find myself wondering what is an absolute necessity when it comes to decor and, perhaps even more importantly, creating a home? Where do you find the you in your "stuff"?
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I actually love the look of the art and books on the floor.

This is certainly minimalist but even with only a few pieces of furniture and miniature details like the teapot and the flowers, it doesn't feel incomplete.
I love the subtle texture of the shag rug, the cloth on top of the sideboard and a few personal items in view.
I also have a love of bookshelves. They let you see found treasures on a daily basis.
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Adding dimension and depth and juxtaposition, ala the room by Thomas O'Brien, suddenly deepens a space. It creates nooks and crannies for you to cuddle up and burrow into. I like feeling enveloped when I walk into a room, like the room is gently hugging me.
But, I also want to respect the balance. I want to mesh, and truthfully, accumulate less.
I'm curious, what do you find necessary and what can you live without?