My little vanity nook? One of my favorite things in this house,
Serious. I love my little space.
If you are a woman, you deserve, nay, need, your own vanity table.
Don't wear much makeup? Short hair?
It mattereth not.
Let me give the breakdown on my space de toilette.
My table-- the daddy-o made it many moons ago. And oh la la, those fluted legs.
Actually, it's a computer desk. But I'm tellin' ya, it's like he made it for me in mind. It's the purrrfect size-- and I just girly/Mandified it with a bit more molding here and there, and voila.
I want you to know:
only the best eau de parfums for moi. No price is too big. 'Mmm hmm.
Hidden away inside,
is my little tray that holds all my crap.
This tray-- it was a fun, small project I did one afternoon:
took some leftover solid oak pieces from the hubs. He told me I could use them as long as they were STAINED ONLY.
as aforementioned, my own lil personalized "poster" also sits on there with the best of all perfumes. Do ya wanna see it up close? Do ya? DO YA?
Of course you do. Did.
Did I mention I love my little nook? And my new dreamy light?
I dress like this every single day.
It's just so. . . rainbow wishes and caviar dreams around here.
The hubs is already using my table as his own personal keys/wallet/cell phone space, you can fully expect a disaster of tangled flat iron/blow dryer/curling iron cords, 90% of the time I'll be sitting in that chair whipping my hair into a pony tail, wearing shorts with paint on the butt and one of my "Herb" shirts, and the full length mirror is being used for flexing biceps, making dufus faces, and I've already caught a kid licking it.
Linked to Ze Shabby Nest.