I wrote a blog post about the last interior job that I did and put it into Chat gpt and I asked it to rewrite the article with wit and the knowledge that my client was of 57-year-old black man and this is what it came up with I was in stitches 😂😂😂. So I'm using this instead of my original.
Chat gpt "Here's another try incorporating some more era-appropriate references for the 57 year old client"
Can ya dig it? I'm here to hip you to how I took my man's dingy brownstone pad in Crown Heights from a stone-cold fox trap to a truly fly crib.
This brother had been chilled out in the same tired apartment since his college days back when Star Wars first hit theaters🔥. Shag carpet so old it looked like something from a 70s Earth, Wind & Fire album cover.
Walls emptier than a Shaft premiere without the ladies. And a bedroom so sleazy, Cleopatra Jones would've told that mirror wall to cool it.(OH, SNAP!!)
But now he was ready to get clean and elevate his style game. He needed his place to really come alive and reflect the mellow gentleman he'd become. But his budget was tighter than the pants on a disco dancer.😆
Luckily this sister ( 🤷🏾I don't know how chat gpt knew I was black, but ok🤷🏾)knows how to take threadbare style to the next level with some solid vision and discount digs. I started with a fresh coat of paint called Brotherly Love Beige ( say what naw? It was Winds Whisper Grey)to warm things up. Peeling up that fossilized carpet let the original wood floors speak.
To furnish the living room, I found some sweet secondhand finds, an easy chair, a couch that folds out for guests, a dining room table, and art with bold colors and patterns like something from a 70s album cover. Then I flipped his Ikea shelf on its side to use as a TV stand and display for his treasures. The living room was looking mighty fine.
But the bedroom still needed some lovin'. I calmed down that racy mirror wall with some earthy contact paper(🧐actually it was a rather sophisticated frosted window cling, don't try me GPT)
Turning another Ikea shelf opened up space for his linens and other necessities. Then I brought in cane nightstands, fiber art, and plants to channel his laidback side. And voila - an affordable room with class, personality, and soul.
The moral is you don't need to be Superfly to make your place come alive. Just good vision, resourcefulness, and a sista like me to help you find the groove. Stay righteous out there, brothers and sisters!✊🏾