I recently staged an apartment for sale, transforming a studio on Gramercy Park into the kind of place I’d like to live. Over the course of two weekends, I moved in some favorite pieces of furniture, then layered in “life” with new accessories and pieces I’ve collected over the years. By the end of it, I converted a once-disheveled bachelor pad back into an airy space for one.
This space also happens to be my old apartment – my first – purchased over a decade ago, as a youngin who knew little about real estate (and less about co-ops). While living there, I tried my hand at renovating, redoing the kitchen (Dad, your backsplash is still lookin’ good!) and made other updates with storage solutions and new lighting. The space suit me well for many years, teaching me in my 20s and 30s about living simply, minimalistically, in 450 square-feet.
Now that I’ve spent a few days converting it into a “listing”, part of me wants to move back in. It’s not necessarily because of the neighborhood charm or the space itself, but because of how I felt the day I completed the task, after hours of styling, steaming, arranging, and photographing. Letting myself sprawl out under the ceiling fan, legs aching, I looked around and felt proud of the results, a ruthlessly edited mixture of some of my favorite things.
But the added bonus was what I didn’t see: there was no clutter, no mail to open, no to-do lists, no TV to turn on, not even a good music option. And how freeing! I popped open a cookbook and let my mind drift, less focused on to do lists, obligations, worries, and more focused on good memories from my time there, what I had to let go of, what I hoped for the future, and where I was. Turns out that paring down and getting rid of visual clutter allowed me to get rid of mental clutter and be more mindful.
To be clear: I am not a minimalist. I like my things too much: my book, my old photos, my peep-toe heels from another life, my seltzer bottles collected from near and far. But I’ve gained a better understanding of the power of eliminating the other “stuff” that can sap my energy, and allow space for more joy to creep in. I haven’t read Marie Kondo’s book, but I have a feeling this was part of her gist.
I suppose that’s at the core of what I’m doing now, letting go of certain things, whether big (an apartment) or small. It’ll make space for whatever is to come. Freeing, indeed.
Ah yes, my heavy-duty, smooth and buttery encaustic clay tile floor. It may be a favorite element, and what likely made this project stretch on for months vs. weeks (it took me awhile to choose a pattern).
The plaque is from a road trip to that took me and a few friends through Malibu a few years ago. I may mount it on the island to make a real “I’m on a ship!” statement, but for now it rests in a book nook.
Earlier this year, I embarked on a kitchen refresh that’s become lengthier than projected (read: it’s just now wrapping up). A cabinetry and appliance swap-out morphed into months of living in limbo amidst plaster dust, taped floors and washing dishes in my bathroom sink.
Enter new project: my 2nd bedroom closet. What once housed Christmas decor, class projects and suitcases is being transformed into a desk nook ready for writing and designing.
But I wanted it to be all mine, original. So I sketched some patterns and opted for a triangular geometric repeat, which I eventually transferred onto the wall (about a gazillion times?) via a stencil I made from scratch (scroll for more details).
1 – Gather inspiration. See above!
4 – Stencil creation & application. I transferred my finalized pattern onto a blank plastic 
5 – Painting. I put “paint to wall” in an inconspicious place to see how things would look. Using the inexpensive acrylics was somewhat freeing, as I didn’t worry too much about messing up – and they also mimix the look of watercolor when mixed with enough water.
This is me, circa last day of work (note the last-day crazy-eyes). But more on that in a bit.
The site has since expanded to cover both small and larger apartments, with a focus on profiling real apartment dwellers and their creative solutions for living.
I moved on to sweet little bunches of baby carrots, then radishes, first putting down a light sketch before getting into the painting action. Note: time is not your friend when painting fresh produce (I now know). These puppies will wilt and change in front of your eyes if you don’t paint fast enough – a lesson in decisiveness and speed, both essential when watercoloring, which rewards both.
Hicks & Henry 