My friends have been calling me Monica, as in Monica from the TV show Friends, for YEARS. It’s because of my insistence on everything being in its place, my general neatfreakery and fear of mess. I’m secretly quite proud, rather than ashamed, of this comparison. My Monica-ness is my ‘thing’.
Let’s think of all the cool decor that most people would instantly recognise/remember from her apartment: the mis-matching dining chairs, the ornate gold frame around the door spy hole, the bright colours of the kitchen cupboards.
Monica’s home doesn’t look ordered and clinical, it looks colourful, homely and cosy. But Monica knows that everything has its place. Others wouldn’t see the issue with moving some cushions around or the couch being at an angle but it would make her feel a little anxious inside and she’d change it back as soon as she could. My God, I really am her!
To sum up Monica’s apartment, it doesn’t look deliberately ‘done’ but it really is. It takes a certain eye to pull together a look like this.