(get your mind out of the gutter)
Zees, ees za boudoir.
It's kinda blah. Kinda boring. I like it, but just kinda. Never had inspiration for this room. It's kinda thrown together. I do like my $30 Hob Lob nightstands and lamps, though.
Now, don't hassle me. I know this room ain't catalog ready.
I didn't even point out the spit up marks on the floor and comforter, or how wrinkled everything is, umkay? And I know my bed is lacking. As soon as I get off my fat butt and stain my headboard and footboard, I'll have a gawgeous bed. Don't you judge me!
If you had a dollar for every time I requested no judgement ("judgment" or "judgement"? Huh.), you could buy yourself a really nice. . . big mac meal.
Just for kicks and giggles, this was my room the day I moved in:
Yes, I painted it. While pregnant. And the Lowe's guy judged me. But my doctors didn't. So there. Take that, grouchy Lowe's man.
Anywho, this room clearly needs. . . something. Anything. Now, I adore moulding and trim of any kind. I think it's a permanent improvement to any area in the house. I adore crown moulding. Do you see my ceiling? I love that it's arched, but that's not the best for crown, my peeps.
Then I saw this. Faux wainscoting, my peeps.
And I thought to myself: "Self, you can do this kind of faux wainscoting without having intervention from the hubs." And as soon as that crossed my mind, I was ready to drop everything else and get started. SO! Off we go! Woot!
Oh man. . . my mind is whirring with the mathematical calcuations. . . a 13 foot wall. . . 3 inch length boards. . . how do I space these? Oh crap. . .
Marked the wall out, marked my boards out. . .
Plumber butt, plumber butt!
I'm sorry. You can give me a wedgie the next time I say that.
For the record, though, I really did have some bad plumbers butt. Glad Jamison didn't come around to the other side of the bed.
Pa-ching, pa-ching, pa-ching! (oh sorry- that's the nailgun going off. Those things are a hoot!)
Remember that I have crooked sickness. I took using the level very seriously.
Don't talk about my hair like I'm not even here! (don't worry it'll get a makeover the very next morning)
Ooh, I'm likin' it already.
(i.e., I ain't sleepin' in a room with strong paint odors; we shall reconvene at daybreak. Don't go away, now.)