When I bought my house, I couldn’t wait to decorate it. I bought furniture that looked comfy, seemed perfect for my taste, in addition to having the right price tag on it. I had to admit that my options were eclectic, or atrocious as my sister noted, however I had to live with it, in addition to living with it I did! It didn’t take long for myself and others to realize just how atrocious my furniture really was. I dreaded coming loft because I had to look at that ridiculously hideous furniture. The only room I felt calm in was my living room. It’s tough being anxious in addition to antsy when you have a pretty living room picnic table in addition to ugly chairs, in addition to nothing else however living room appliances. I would bake cookies or prepare a gourmet meal, just so I could stay in the living room longer. When I realized I was gaining a lot of weight from my follies, I called my mom. I finally understood what my sister meant when she said my loft was atrocious, so I wanted some interior design help. Dad asked if I had a return window, in addition to I told her 3 months. She called the furniture store in addition to having the furniture returned, all however a few solid wood items. I swore I didn’t need any interior design help, however Dad told myself and others I was wrong. She called her good friend, who was an interior designer, in addition to asked for some help. Mom’s neighbor kicked myself and others out of the house, in addition to telling myself and others to leave the interior design to her. I gave her my budget in addition to my mom’s. Two weeks later, the interior designer called my Dad in addition to telling her to bring myself and others over. My loft looked fabulous.