Our bedroom is the furniture graveyard of the house. It's where all lost furniture goes to die.
Our bedroom is upstairs and out of sight (and I don't mean "out of sight" in the "dynamite" kind of way!) so it has gone unnoticed for years.
Even after I painted all of our mismatched dressers the same color (stay tuned for that top secret "Don't Tell My Mom That I Painted The Dressers!" post tomorrow! ) our bedroom still seemed BLAH.
I asked my schnazzy local shop, Checkered Moon, if I could borrow a few pieces of SHAZAM to see how my room could look by adding just a few pops of color. As usual, they were good sports and hooked a sister up with some bold yellow and gray pieces. I heard this color scheme referred to as "Blonde and Gray" but that hit too close to home with my own hair color battle.
This throw and pillow really jazzed up my grandparent's rocker...
My window seat never looked so inviting...
I loved the look so much that I very casually mentioned to my mister that his Christmas shopping would be easy this year.
But, until then...
I reluctantly loaded my borrowed items into my minivan with orders to the 82 children who were buckled in: "DO.NOT.TOUCH.ANYTHING!"
My front seat was piled with pillows and I contorted my body to be able to reach one hand behind me to
This is the part where I noticed flashing lights in my rearview mirror.
This is the part where I pulled over so that the officer could chase the bad guy.
"Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma'am?"
"Well...yes, that. But, you were also going 42 in a 30mph zone...in front of a church."
This is the part where I tried to explain that protecting the Jonathon Adler pieces was a very important job. I thought this would appeal to his "protect and serve" nature.
This is the part where my daughter confused her legal terms and yelled "MOMMY'S GETTING ARRESTED!"
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