Change Isn't Always A Bad Thing

Don't worry. I'm not going to blog about Obama...Well since I mentioned him he is officially blogged about. But not anymore.

So thanks to my mother I have recently started following The Pioneer Woman's blog. Her blog is everything I aspire mine to be. She is funny and entertaining, has a beautiful home, a beautiful family, and great ideas! She likes photography, loves her husband and is dedicated to what she does.

I was browsing her blog today and came across her home and garden section (That's not entirely true I knew it was there but I took a closer look this time.) Looking around inspired me to become more of an interior designer. Not saying that this is what I am going to do for a career I am indeed far from saying that but I have decided to take advantage of my creativity, endless amount of time at home, and my independent nature to spiff up the rinky dink apartment with plain white walls and dirty blue carpet, ugly green leather couches and newlywed mis matched furniture. So now begins my journey of Feng Shui-ing my home and tying the whole mismatch together.

So it all began with rearranging the bedroom. I don't know why it started there no one sees this room but me and the hubby and the dog

 
(whom I think was starting to judge the messiness of it, seeing as now that it's all clean he passed out).

I think the bedroom will be travel themed. We have pictures of the Eiffel Tower and the Colosseum on the wall,

     

a dragon and tiger tapestry,

a model of a ship on the tv

and statues of a bride and groom from Taiwan (I believe) on the dresser

and some...distressed trunks for end tables next to our bed. I think the theme just fits. So it's late now...4 hours before the hubby gets home. So I'm adding the pictures and then reading my book because for some reason I'm overcome with insomnia...great

 Well I can talk about this jewelry box that belonged to my grandmother. I remember spending days upon days at her house. Helping her in the garden, rolling her hair in the wire and bristle rollers that were held in your hair with plastic pins that stuck through the roller, playing shuffleboard in her garage, going on walks through the neighborhood and collecting stupid things like plain gravel and dead pine needles and then opening the box of the chest everytime I was over there to see my latest addition from our last walk, dressing up in her clothes, wearing the jewelry she kept in this very box.

 I could go on and on. April 1st will 4 years now and everytime I think about her I can't help but get emotional. How she never met my husband, how she missed my wedding, how I didn't get to see her before she passed.

So I cleaned up and rearranged everything. I'm not sure if I will keep it this way but the hubby says he likes it. That's based off pictures I'm sure he'll wake me up at 5 in the morning to tell me he hates it and to put it back immediately. Oh snap! I should have taken a before picture but that mess was a tad scary...way scary.

You wanna see what's on my bedside table? Now that I've cleaned it off? The must haves are left.
Bedside lamp, tv remote, fan remote, iPhone, SoftLips, keys, book, and laptop. From which right now I am typing.

My ultra adorable phone case. Sugar cookie scented  (and somewhat flavored) SoftLips. Let's just say my lips are soft.

This book truly is a good one. It's targeted for 9-12 yr olds and it's not really an action novel or mystery of suspense. But I wouldn't say it's bad as of now. The chapters are longer than chapters usually are.

 Oh dear! I almost forgot about this cute little ornate penguin. My husband bought it for me when he was visiting TX. We have a thing for penguins. Penguins mate for life and stay together so we are each others penguins. This little guy holds my wedding band every night.

Ok. Now Bogart says it's time for bed he's tired, I'm tired, we're all tired. I'm sure you're tired unless you are reading this at a later date and time and then if you are tired it's merely by chance.