When I was 12 or 13 years old, my parents built a house just outside of town. We’d drive to go visit it and check on the progress almost daily. When it came to decorating, my Mom wanted our new home to be bright and colorful. She selected all the colors off of tiny paint chips and pulled the “Paint it!” trigger – we know how that story goes. We arrived to check progress on the house…long story short…Mom ended up hiring an interior designer named Eric Jirgens to decorate it. You remember his fabulous suburban refuge that was featured in Detroit Home Magazine, don’t you? At the time, Eric was at the start of his career. He became something like a big brother to me, a design mentor and a life long friend of mine.Ever since Eric did his first presentation for my parents house, I have loved these two carpets. They were originally specced for the entry hall. They coordinate, but don’t match. Love. Sometime last week, my Mom called and told me that she was sending them to me. (She is clearly in a purge the furniture, let’s get fresh and new phase. I’ll happily get in line for these gorgeous, heirloom hand-me-downs. My goodness, call me crazy but all signs point towards pink! I am only sort of kidding.) I seriously feel like I won the decorating lotto. This inheritance gave me the kick I needed to really get nesting The City Apartment.