I feel like a liar. A cheat. A deceiver.
Surely you remember my big boy's bed nook?
Perhaps you noticed that I'm not zooming out and showing you the whole room.
Did you notice? Did ya? Did ya?
There's a darned good reason for that.
Um. . . .
It's 'cause of this.
Regard that the spaces chopped off the room's former vinyl message.
"The World Is A Playground, And Life Is Pushing My . . ."
"Buttons". ? .
Anywho, I've left roughly 3'x4' spaces on each side of his lil nook.
DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!
While the bed, INCLUDING it's accompanying spaces on each side that I unwittingly plunged into outer darkness were meant to be one HUGE project,
I had to walk away for a while.
This project was all-consuming. I was working on it nonstop-- mornings, evenings, midnight. I was dreaming about it, for crying out loud.
I needed it to be "done". Ish. For a while.
And ya know, that was 90% of it. The other 10%?
I was waiting on inspiration for those little spaces. What did I have in mind? We-he-hell, thanks for asking.
I was hoping for something whimsical. A childhood dream. Epic. And so forth.
Perhaps a hidden door?
A secret little room? A door that went from one room to the next? A bookcase that opens to reveal an evil laboratory?
See, I was waiting on inspiration to smack my bottom forward into working.
Now, hold on there! It's not gonna be even a hundredth as cool!
Practical and useful plans have won over both these lil nooks. Heck, they're small spaces and only so much can be done.
But they'll be nifty, nonetheless.