Let me set up the scenario, ever since I returned from Japan, I've lived in a place that looked like this.
Not fancy, but fine because I was unemployed and owned no stuff. Also my old roommate (thats right, i have a new roommate now!) always had it in mind that she'd be moving to NY so she didn't want to commit to halvsies on anything she knew she wouldn't be keeping. But in February she moved and I finally had the chance to make the place my own. Which I didn't. I was happy living like this until mid April when I remembered I'd be hosting a friend from overseas for two weeks. So I dedicated the next three weeks shopped and dusted to make my house look like this:
I would've gotten away with it if I wasn't such a dope. I couldn't stop smiling and within the first 30 minutes I spilled the beans that I'm a window-dressing phony. Which is fine. I suffered enough.
