Since it’s The Frisky’s 7 Days To A Prettier Place week, we are showing off our humble abodes. My apartment would be considered large and in charge by New York standards, but don’t get too jealous. I live in a less desirable outer borough, I have a roommate, and the best thing about my apartment is also its Achilles heel — it hasn’t been remodeled since 1970. Literally. Sometimes I want to pull up the red shag carpeting or lime green, floral linoleum myself, but hey, I rent. My 80-year-old Greek landlord who lives downstairs would be displeased. Instead of fighting the apartment’s kitschy vibe, my roommate and I have tried to embrace it full-on. Check out the rest of my groovy grandma pad after the jump.
