Soooo Mariah Carey. (weheartit.com)
An example of the "ideal bookshelf".
The above images from Emily of Cupcakes and Cashmere.
Actual example of what Echelon has to offer.
You know you're getting near that "time" when you have to slyly and secretly suggest "the future" with you significant other.
It's something I always dread. Not because I don't want to get to that stage-I would love to! It's the "STOP BEING CREEPY, BIANCA" responses-I dread.
I'm lucky enough I've found someone where we don't have to pretend like we're destined for each other, we just happen to be two exceptionally good looking people who are on the same path. (Okay. I'm getting cocky now...)
Since I was five I wanted to be a pop star. I have by no means put this dream to the side (I still practice daily in the mirror with my go-to hairbrush) but I know I have to build a steady career first, too. Come December I'll know if I'll attain my current dream of getting into a Chicago college and start my journey of becoming the next media mogul/first female editor-in-chief of Rolling Stone...you know...start small. My boyfriend, (whom I'm not going to pretend is Mr. Perfect. He's such an ass but I love him) also wants to go to Chicago. He has the more humble dream. He plans on tutoring and teaching inner city kids for a year or two then going to a college, or vice versa, whatever fate decides for him. It was not until he was flying back home from a week long family vacation in Cancun that he texted me "Btdubbs, Bionx. I wouldn't mind....living with you. Loveyoubye.
He later denied this, then stated he only said it in case the plane crashed.
Mmhmm.
Me being....well a typical, daydreaming sort of girl-instantly put into play in my mind what my dream apartment would look like. I purposely didn't say our. If he reads this he may break out in hives or something at sight of the possessive noun. Low and behold I found this vacancy.com scholarship that TOTALLY allows me to daydream as much as I want in order to possibly get money for college! Let my mind commence:
The Kitchen:
I love to cook. Bake. Talk to myself as I boil pasta seductively and pretend to be nearly as hot and curvaceous as Nigella Lawson. (The domestic goddess people- I lauve her). I never understood, while watching a many House Hunters marathons with my mother, why the kitchen was such a make or breaker, until I fell in love with the art of making food. The Echelon at K Station Apartments have the most luxurious of kitchens, that include the holy grail of all countertops-granite. Sooold.
The Living Room:
This living room is just begging me to put on my "old" grecian ball gown "just hanging" in my closet and open the door with a half filled wine glass looking flawless and such welcoming my equally as fabulous acquaintances (because fancy people don't have time for friends) into my home. Though since I'm not even eighteen yet, that image would be juxtaposed with my plastic champagne flute filled with strawberry lemonade (No. Not Mike's) and a dress from the Clearance rack at H&M. Back to reality. I would love to have a bohemian, almost mediterranean living space, for me to lay around, have room to push couches against the walls for my daily Britney Spears Slave 4 U routine workout, mixed with a little bit of vintage antiqueness-for the boy. A bookcase in a corner filled with his library of Neitzche, Hemingway, James Joyce, Stephanie Meyer...ohhh did I just say that out loud?
The Little Things:
More than anything, the Echelon apartments give me OPTIONS. To create whatever I want in my own little space...to be able to cook homemade pizza on Saturdays, bake a late night chocolate cake just for me on a bad day, concoct with whatever's in the pantry with the boy...anyday. To come home to the calmest of energies...a place where I can create, think, be inspired...love. Whether I'm on my own or with someone I love, I'm going to need a space that can mold into a second part of me.
Check out the rest of my dream apartment here.