Sunday, March 29, 2015
Be Our Guest...Anytime Except Right Now
Awhile ago, I took some pictures of our guest room because I planned to write a post about it—and I happen to love it because it's very much MY room. It's the only room Mr. W will allow me to pack with pink. My clothes are in its closet. My odds and ends are in its desk. It reminds me of the bedroom in my old apartment.
And like any good room, it has a Bee Gees poster hanging behind the door. Nothing makes guests feel more welcome than Barry Gibb. He's a handsome lion.
This girly, granny room has been embraced by visitors everywhere from Los Angeles to Germany, but, right now its only guests are Mr. W and I.
We've been sleeping in it for a couple of weeks now and I'm sad to report that when the closet in the master bedroom had to be demo-ed, the room went from being a welcoming, well lit, flowery haven to this:
I can't emphasize enough how excited I am for this remodel to be done. The closet situation alone is enough to make me dance a little jig.
And I'm happy to report, we're making good progress. The new closet got framed this weekend.
While I continue waiting for the drywall to go up, the floor to go down, and the dust to settle, I'll just keep looking at my Bee Gees poster and focus on trying to Stay Alive...