When Boy and I moved to Pittsburgh nine months ago, we were faced with a steep increase in rent to live in our nice little urban-decay-turned-fancy-loft apartment in the city. We decided to offset the increase by opting out of cable and a TV.
We only watched TV sparingly in the apartment lobby, for important things like Steelers football. But even during those times, the lobby would be full of neighbors and a small potluck and we would socialize.
Our nights, which were once filled with the sound of TV and vegging on the couch were now filled with lots of conversation and cuddling. Boy would spend hours reading while I sketched new bag designs. We'd have romantic dinners in the kitchen at the dinner table. We'd frequent the gym and explore our new city. Weekends were spent outside, visiting the nearby markets, or shopping for new things for our new apartment. We were living a new life with just the two of us. It's been romantic and exciting!
So naturally, when my brother emails us saying he's sending us a TV for our wedding gift, we had a sit-down for a serious discussion on how it would impact our new life in the 'Burgh.
It went something like this:
Me: [reading e-mail] OMG! CHRIS! TV! WEDDING GIFT!
Boy: WTF! HELL YES!
Thank you, Chris. You're the best brother ever!
Your little sister
p.s. Now that my date-night-outfit-modeled-with-a-bag-from-my-shop wall has been replaced with a TV and our couch now divides our living room from my studio, I'll have to find a new spot to take pictures. No worries. I'm a trained problem-solver.
p.p.s. I can see the TV just fine from my studio (photo above of my view). Productivity killer right before Renegade Chicago! Oh noes!