I actually wrote this post last week but was too busy vacationing to care about posting. Yeah...I can be selfish like that.
About a week ago I decided to have some neighbors over for some Christmas Cheer. I don't know what came over me because that usually throws me into panic mode. I don't know about you, but I am the most critical about my own house and there is always something to do. Sometimes I am looking at something to paint and then I think what the hell...not right now....think I will go read a blog or pluck my eyebrows.
I did have some time this week so I went up in my attic and pulled down some pictures and things to re-accessorize my bedroom a little. I had bought the jars at Scott's last summer but did not have the cork inserts for them, but my lamp guy called me last week to say they were ready. Perfect timing...think I'll have a party.
Then I hung these egg prints that were in my bedroom 15 years ago. I forgot I had them :) That could be a hint that I need to sell some stuff.
I am so glad I didn't sell them because I love how they warmed up the space.
Then I took out my paint and put those diamonds on my chest. After I painted them, I sanded it down and put some liming wax on to lighten up even more. I figured if I didn't like it I could always paint over. Love paint.
So this is where I put the Restoration lamp. Yeah about that lamp. I can not for the life of me figure out how to turn it on! Seriously. I have combed over that whole darn thing and THERE IS NO ON/OF SWITCH. wtf.
And then I found this cute little rug at HG. Ok, here is the funny thing. My husband walks in from his trip and said "why did you buy a new bath rug?" Not why did you buy the lamp....new pillows in the LR....new lamps in the LR....no sir...he zeroed in on the $23.00 bath rug. Never even noticed the other stuff. I just looked him straight in the eye and said "honey that rug has been there and I really can't believe you never notice anything I do around here". Then I started in about how he never notices my haircuts and by the time I was done he was backing out of the room mumbling. That's how I roll.