Interesting. No P.

The other day I was reading a home/food blog and the post had about a dozen dream bedrooms from Pinterest.  They were lovely and dreamy and made me want to take a nap even though I had just eaten breakfast.

At first I thought 'Oh I should paint the walls and the bed frame and search for new bedding and ..................and then I stopped myself from going down a very dangerous path.  I love my bed.  And my bedroom.  We have the comfiest mattress and I love the checked quilt from my Grandma's house and the yellow duvet I scored thrifting for $2.  And why my computer doesn't acknowledge thrifting as a word is beyond me.


Our bed did have another rail, but it broke because it was our favorite place to sit and floss our teeth.

And yes we have a lovely stairmaster in the left hand corner.  Funny, none of the dream bedrooms had one.  And that glass of water, it's from the bathroom sink.  See, I can go up & down fake stairs for 35 minutes, but go down 15 real stairs to get good water from the fridge, too much effort.

 
And then there's the misplaced LaZboy.  It was in the nursery but got shoved out to make room for all of Ethan's Lego's.    My feelings are still hurt that he'd rather play than be rocked to sleep.


So there's my bedroom.  It's not posh or fancy.  No one is ever going to pin it.  But I love it.