I'd buy you a fur coat. But not a real fur coat; that's cruel.
Let me 'splain--
After the whole hardwood flooring gigantor project/debacle,
This was one of those few times.
After the massive Thanksgiving cooking/cleaning/set up was over, I tole the hubs I wasn't doing one thing. Nada, zippo. Hope everyone has a couple extra pairs of clean underwear.
And in less than one day, I said,
"Dude, I am like, totally bored."
To which the hubs replied,
"That's because you're a busy-body."
Gee, thanks, hon. I guess.
Anyhow- after 2 more days a being tooootallly booooored. . . I also realized I felt devoid of smokin' hot awesome ideas, too.
And then I was even more boreder. (it's a word.)
Betwixt talking to the Daddy-o (who may be the only person on the planet who has more ideas than me AND doesn't laugh when I tell him my crazy ideas) and Pinterest,
I'm happy to say that I am brimming full of ideas and non-boredness.
It's nice to feel like "me" again.
Allow me to share with you? IF I had a million dollars? And a million, un-interrupted (i.e., "Mom come wipe my bum", "Mom I need a pencil", "Mom I'm scared will you come down to the basement with me", "Mom where are my SOCKS?") hours?
Thank you so much, you're very kind.
First off-- a new, fabulous, molding-covered entryway is in my future.
I'll start with the music room, and work my way on over to the living room. . .
Turning my son's door into a hidden door/bookshelf?
It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine.
would already have a home in my basement. Not because it doesn't belong in a more viewable area, but because that's the only darn wall space I have left.
What is it with me and bookshelves?
And finally, I've saved the best for last. Told the hubs I'd do this in like, a decade.
("Decade" in Mandi language means more like 2 months. Maybe less.)
Surely you remember my pantry? Of course ya do.
And let us all cry sweet, sweet tears of joy that that carpet is GONZO.
Well, if you haven't visited me, then you might not know that behind said pantry,
is this awesomely odd walkspace.
Can you see me knocking out the wall that my "old door" is on? Extending my pantry? Making it a WALK-IN pantry?
CAN YOU SEE IT? IT'S BREAHTAKING!
Allow me to show you my inspiration, from the awesomestestest pantry ever:
Tell me you don't love this. Tell.me.you.don't.love.this:
I dare you. I'll frame in a new wall, and it will have a window, and and and and. . .
Whew. Better stop now due to near pants wetting purposes.