The Boho Girl's Guide To Apartment Shopping

The Boho Girl's Guide To Apartment Shopping

Your go-to guide for all things boho

Move-in day is approaching, and I have been searching non-stop for the perfect Bohemian bedroom decor. I love the cozy feel of a boho bedroom with it's crazy patterns, twinkly lights and carefree vibes. My shopping journey has taken me from Pintrest to Tumblr to every Bohemian-style website and Intsagram account I could find. Here is a guide to all things boho-bedroom that will save you boho ladies (or dudes) from countless hours of searching for ideas:

1. Tapestry

A tapestry is a must-have in a boho space. Not only are they beautiful, but they take up a whole entire wall, making it easier for you when it comes to decorating. I suggest that you start off your boho shopping spree with purchasing a tapestry. Use whatever tapestry you choose to base the rest of your space off of! There are a huge array of patterns and color schemes to choose from, and it does not have to break the bank! has a ton of tapestries for great prices! The picture above was the tapestry I had in my dorm room freshman year. I used it as a makeshift curtain to block the sun!

2. Plants

Plants are a necessity because they literally bring life to your room and are especially suitable for a boho-themed room. Little potted plants like succulents are perfect for dressing up your windowsill, desk or dresser. If you want to get more creative, hanging plants were all over the internet when I was binge searching. All you need for hanging plants is a hanging planter (which you can find at Wal-Mart, Lowe's, The Dollar Store, and most other stores), a place to hang it, and a plant to put in it! Remember to put your plants somewhere sunny and don't forget to water them, I've killed too many plants by neglecting them (R.I.P.).

3. Lace Curtains

Anything with a flowing texture can help transform any space into a boho one. I love the classic look of white, lace curtains, they brighten up a room and give it "Free People" vibes.

4. String Lights

Even if you are not aiming for a boho vibe, string lights turn any space into a starry, mystical wonderland. There are so many different things you can do with string lights. You can outline your tapestry with them, hang them around the perimeter of your room or even across the celling. No matter what you choose to do with your string lights, the magical effect is guaranteed.

5. Pattern Overload

Patterns, patterns, patterns! Go crazy with patterns and don't be afraid to mismatch them!

6. Wall Art

Putting other peoples' art, your own art, or posters of your favorite bands onto your walls gives you a chance to add more personal touches to your room. Some fun boho wall decoration ideas I came up with are hanging up pieces of driftwood on your wall, dream catchers, knit wall hangings, or a cool picture of a city scape and big world maps. Recently I have been going to thrift stores like Goodwill to search for cool antique posters or cheap paintings that match my theme.

7. Princess Canopies

Each time I type "boho bedroom" into my browser, tons of pictures pop up with princess canopy beds. I used to think canopies were just for little girls, but boy was I wrong. There are ways to make them age-appropriate; you can buy one to hang above your bed, or, if you have low ceilings, all you need is white translucent fabric or curtains! They look really cute with twinkly lights in them.

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10 Things We All Do From Time To Time, Even Though We Know We Shouldn't

Things I really can't believe I do.

We all have a list of things that we do that we know we shouldn't buuuttt we do them anyways. I have a bunch of things that every time I am about to do or I have just done I stop and say, "Really? Did you just do that again?!'"

Here's a list of 7 things that we all do, from time to time even though we know we really shouldn't.

1. Reading the last page of a book:

I have a tendency to read the final moments of a book to see if I will be disappointed or not. I don't necessarily read the final plotline, however, I am looking to see the general mood of the character so that I can mentally prepare myself.

2. Reading the SparkNotes version instead of the book:

I take six classes a semester. If you add each book in for all of my classes that are due each day it would equal an unfathomable number. Solution: read the condensed and quick version online and then go to class and bull shit your way through each lecture.

Note: sit next to the smart kid in class and mimic what they say.

3. Skipping class religiously.

While I want my degree, I am not really keen on going to class all that often. I have about a billion things to do in one day and sometimes listening to a teacher talk in a monotone voice about Shakespeare for the forty millionth time is extremely unappealing.

4. Not drinking the last sip of soda.

When you crack a soda for the first time it has that wonderful burning fizz to it, however, by the time you get to the end, the soda is flat. My house is covered in half drank bottles. My mother has even gone as far as to say, "You can't open another one until you finish the one that is still sitting on the counter from last week with a single sip left in it." She's mean.

5. Living in denial:

When (spoiler) Lexi Grey died in the season 8 finale of "Grey's Anatomy" I did not watch the show for several years. To this day when I re-watch the show, I skip the episode where she, George, Henry, Derek, and Mark die. I cannot and I will not live through that pain again.

6. Reading the synopsis of a show/movie before watching it.

Because I can't handle the pain of my favorite characters dying (see number 5) I often will read the entire plot of a movie or show so that I know I can handle the bad that is about to happen. This is a serious issue that I have.

7. Spending money you really don't have.

I often tell myself things like, "You need to buy this book," or "You haven't had your caffeine fix for the day," or "You need more caffeine to keep your addicted-self going," or "Oooooh this fabric would look really nice on a quilt I am going to make five years in the future." (yes, I am an old lady) and I definitely do NOT have the money to buy these things.

8. Making things out to be greater than they are.

I often pretend I am doing better in a class than I really am. I see my midterm grade and I tell myself I still have time. I am a week out from finals and I still tell myself I have time. I do not have time and my grades are not that good.

9. Pretending you don't know how to do things.

When I know that my boss or my mother (I think those are the same things) want me to do something that I don't want to do, I pretend that I don't know how to do them. In the future, the hope is that they remember that I don't know how to do a basic task and they leave me alone to read my book.

10. Letting your car reach empty and then you just keep driving.

I hate filling up my gas tank because

1) It cost too much money and

2) It feels like a chore.

My car makes this annoying ring when it gets low so I turn up my radio as loud as it will go and pretend it's not telling me "you're a bad adult."

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Never Give Up On Your Passion For Writing

There is a special bond between the paper, the words, and me.

My love for writing came as a struggle at first. Like learning how to tie my shoes, I would succeed and fail and succeed and fail; giving up showed its face occasionally. Yet, with every success I had with writing, I grew weary of its upcoming failures.

When I was young, very young, I liked the verbal aspect of words more than the written. The way I could pronounce each word loudly, s l o w l y, with excitement!!!, and with ease. Giving speeches and talking publicly was my domain. I don't know exactly when my love for writing was found, but I do know it occurred when I lost my voice. Thrown into a new environment, I didn't want to talk to anyone at school.

The words that used to describe me meant nothing; I would hide away in a cowardly manner and 'shy' became a label I had branded onto myself. I did not want to be seen in school, nonetheless heard. Yet, the creativity of creating stories and sharing them with my friends never faded away. All the words and ideas I needed to get out kept flourishing inside of me. I yearned for a way to express myself and my thoughts. Putting words onto paper seemed so uniform and school-like, it bored me.

Yet, when my mother gave me permission to write stories, the marks the pencil made suddenly seemed so appealing. With every story I wrote, I felt more intrigued; I was hooked. My stories were about me, living in a different place, accomplishing many things, and meeting new people. I liked writing some funny stories, others soap opera-esque, and some fairly bizarre, but I focused more on the entrainment aspect. However, no one was there to read my stories. No one was there to tell me if they were actually hilarious or corny. I never showed them to anyone, because I feared they would hear my voice.

It all changed in fourth grade when the world’s best teacher actually read and comprehended what I had written. He felt my passion and shared every single story I wrote to my whole class. Midway through the year, he made me read my own paper to the whole class. I was terrified, those who’ve never heard my voice were suddenly going to be exposed to all of my thoughts and emotions.

But, when I finally gave life to my words I felt empowered and thrilled. It was more exciting than anything I've ever done. After that, writing just became clear, the words flowed onto my page, everything was smooth, the pencil was a magnet to the paper, and I always knew the direction in which I was writing. My ideas became the epitome of originality. I was so infatuated with writing that writing-explained math questions made my heart flutter.

Writing eased my anxiety, I felt like I could tell anything to the paper and it swore to keep it a secret: a bond between the paper, the words, and I. It was a friendship that was there for me when no one else was.

However, high-school writing became a task; an uneasy, distant, unfriendly task. Having to write about books I didn't like and being forced to conjure up ideas, made me slowly resent writing. But, the real punch to the gut came to me when my 9th grade English teacher viciously critiqued my writing. She flooded every paper I wrote with red ink, claimed the ideas were unclear, didn't fit, and she did not appreciate my style. Suddenly it felt like everything I had written was wrong; every word was misplaced.

Through most of my high school career that was how I felt about writing, it was an uneasy, unpleasant, method of communication. Yet, when eleventh grade came around we were given the task to write a personal narrative. I felt like this was a clean slate; it was a platform for me to share my stories. I started as early as possible and changed my idea multiple times.

Still, nothing seemed right; nothing appealed to me.

After days of abandoning concepts, an idea flooded my brain. I put the words to paper and created a rhythm. When I was finished I was so proud, and when my teacher appreciated it as well, I knew I had written something magical. Every time I read the paper to others I loved seeing their expression and hearing their feedback.

At last, I found my voice in writing again and it’s here to stay.

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