
 
        
         
		How I Decorated   
 My Apartment in NST 
 And You Can Too: Steal! 
 BY FLORENCE LEVINE 
 I didn't start out intending to  
 steal. It began when I stood in  
 my bare living room soon after  
 closing on the apartment. I looked  
 around.  How  on  earth  would  I  
 make this feel like home?? I had  
 no clue where to start. I was forced  
 into my first decision the next day.  
 It was in the contractor’s showroom: 
  cabinets, knobs, sinks, faucets. 
  The choice of flooring erupted  
 into WW III between Rich and I:  
 “What do you MEAN you don't like  
 any?” Like Goldilocks’ porridge,  
 chairs and beds, the dark wood  
 was too…well, dark! And the light  
 wood was too...well, light! And  
 the medium wood was too…well,  
 medium! I got practically strangled  
 to the floor. 
 With  good  fortune,  we  met  
 Wendy and a friend right in the  
 showroom. “How's it going?” we  
 exchanged. We were to be neighbors. 
   It  seems  that  Wendy  was  
 persuaded by friend Amy to look  
 at a unique floor. It appeared to  
 be wood, but was actually tile... 
 porcelain  tile.  I  liked  it!  Today,  
 its expanse greets me every time I  
 unlock the door and every morning  
 when I arise. 
 The color of the walls: Diane,  
 childhood friend since we're ten,  
 gave me a clue. Her daughter had  
 painted her entire (huge) house  
 this new Benjamin Moore color,  
 “Stoneware.”  Diane  liked  it  so  
 much she copied it and painted  
 her house the same. Now Alana  
 had gone  to Harvard Law, as  if  
 that gives her choice of paint more  
 validity. “If it’s good enough for  
 you, it's good enough for me!” I  
 darted to Benjamin Moore Paints,  
 took a quick look. Yes!! My apartment  
 now has “Stoneware” walls. 
 I wanted a fireplace for years. But  
 In my house, I decided it wouldn't  
 work. But here was a fresh start  
 and a perfect spot in the den, an  
 indented space--and perfect fit! I  
 loved the one in Rich’s son  
 Mike's home. But alas, the  
 store where they bought it  
 had closed down.  
 Rich  did  a  Yeoman’s  
 search for another one I'd  
 like but, NO! It went like  
 this: “Here's a nice one in  
 Bob’s”…Me: “NO!!” Rich:  
 “Look, I found another”... 
 Me: “NO!!” He persevered,  
 kept on looking. But I only  
 wanted Mike’s! Then one  
 calm day…”You'll never  
 guess  what  I  found!!”  
 There, on Amazon, was… 
 Mike’s fireplace!! I’m sitting  
 in the den by its warm,  
 fake fire as I write. 
 A dining room table… 
 Wendy had looked around  
 for one that would go with  
 ‘our’  floor.  She  found  a  
 good match! Me: “Um….  
 would you care if I got the  
 same?” (I actually think  
 she was flattered.) I must  
 say, It looks very good in  
 my dining room! 
 Bedroom  decor,  next  
 hurdle:  The  bedroom  
 remained  empty,  as  we  
 took  nothing  along.  I  
 looked  and  looked  for  
 a bedroom set. Finally, I  
 found something  I  liked  
 very much in Pottery Barn.  
 But  the  headboard  was  
 too...overwhelming. Now I like a  
 sleigh bed, but…I talked with an  
 Ethan Allen designer: “You can't  
 really mix woods.” I knew that!!  
 What to do? I cancelled the set,  
 bought another in Macy's (“Hope  
 it’s  not  too  late  to  cancel!”  It  
 wasn't.) I canceled. Then decided  
 I'd keep the original! 
 But the headboard? I Went to  
 visit friend Adele, who had just  
 moved in and decorated a place  
 in the ‘greens.’ Turned out I liked  
 her fabric hammerhead headboard  
 from Crate and Barrel. Turned out  
 it looks fine in my bedroom too!  
 Florence enjoys “Mike’s” fireplace! Photo courtesy of Florence Levine 
 Problem solved. 
 The walls? We looked around at  
 many paintings but nothing! Until  
 visiting  my  friend  Bobbi…  Her  
 daughter had given her a special  
 original copy of a Thomas Kincaid  
 painting. And yes! You guessed, it  
 now sits just fine on Diane and  
 Alana's Stoneware wall over our  
 couch (courtesy of Pottery Barn),  
 on Wendy's floor, and near Mike’s  
 fireplace.  To  further  fill  up  the  
 room, another piece I loved was  
 Mike’s server. We have plenty of  
 space: Me: “Why not get two?!”  
 And so we did.  
 I decided I should warn Mike’s  
 son and daughter-in-law before  
 they walked in.  I  said,  “I know  
 you'll feel right at home here!” (I'm  
 sure that instead, they thought I was  
 a copycat. Donna??) 
 A year later, after my original  
 observation, I stood once again in  
 the middle of my living room 
 looking around. This time it had  
 become home. And I realized it was  
 a tapestry of sorts, of several friends’  
 and  family  members’  beautiful  
 additions to our place…and their  
 presence was in the room with us… 
 company.  
 Maybe you’d like to come by and  
 see it?? 
 48  NORTH SHORE TOWERS COURIER  ¢ May 2019