Let us revisit my craptastic window seat, shall we?
I would like to announce that I have finished rerouting the vents and added a bit of trim here and there. It's amazing what a little molding can do to give it a finished look.
Anywho, I am in love with this window seat. IN.LOVE.
See, it's changed the whole look of my room; the extra white has brightened up the place, and well, frankly, the pink cast that my paint was giving off prior, kind of like a freaky barbie house, is gone.
Simply put, I am one happy camper. Thinking of a windowseat? Do it. Don't look back.
But, big but--
it's opened a can of worms, people. I took a look around my room, yelled "what a dump!", and began dreaming of something more. Something less white trash. Something gorgeous, dreamy, storybook-like.
Share in the dream with me, won't you? Get all up in my head. First off-- the windowseat. I know I already shared the dream of a cushion and lovely pillows. I'm thinking some gorg, billowy tie up curtains, like so:
And I stumbled upon zees:
Oh.My.Word-duh. Built-in's? Next to the windowseat? Bring me home a piece a that. Plans have been drawn. Already.
One word for you:
There will be massive amounts of white. You don't care for white? Then you are dead to me. Dead.
Molding. Hello? My project, without molding? Has the world gone mad? I assure you it hasn't. I'll continue this wainscoting around the entire room.
A new bed frame. The Daddy-o made us a bed many moons ago, and I am just now ready to make use of this gorgeousness.
I will proceed with the finishing of said gorgeous bed frame when Jeff and I can come to terms on painting vs. staining. Although I thought we had it worked out, we just don't see eye to eye.
He's an X-box and I'm more an Atari.
the piece de resistance:
my boyhood dream. I always imagined myself as the nicest, cutest mommy in the whole wide world, who had a vanity table, wore a beautiful long nightgown, and brushed her hair with her silver-plated hairbrush 100 times in front of the mirror, every night.
Yes, friends-- I want a vanity table in my boudoir.
It won't be as freaking awesome as that one, I can promise. Champagne taste on a beer budget 'n everything.
So wish me luck. I'm girding up my loins. And I won't promise posting before shots of this dump. And you can't make me.