Updated on December 20, 2013
Martha Stewart I am not
My mission in life this week was to transform this into a guest room.
Martha freaking Stewart I am not.
Mike had a brilliant idea to rent a huge dumpster and go through all of our crap stuff. We tag teamed this room like a boss and tossed all of the junk, then donated an SUV full of other stuff. The OCD in me can’t even handle the excitement.
The bed was delivered yesterday and our little beach house guest room is officially open for business!! Lu will be staying with us for awhile over Christmas break, so she’ll be the bed tester outer. We are stoked to have her hang with us and to have my little sidekick to roam around the beach with.
Anyway here’s what we have right now. It’s a work in progress, but this will do for now.
A little up close pic of the bedding.
Then I rewarded myself with a pedi. Not because of the bedroom thing, but because I survived the craft store parking lot. I had to dodge 41 cars on my way in & out of that place. Plus the store itself. I’d still rather run in the mud.
On a random note, have you ever asked yourself if 3:42pm is too early for your evening bubble bath? If not, the answer is no.
Both Mike & I have a 3 day weekend. I have been counting down the seconds all week. I have big plans to harass and poke and bug the crap outta that man – you know the usual times 74.6 hours. As you can imagine, he is really looking forward to it. Or Monday.
We have a Christmas party to attend and Mike wants to go shopping for some Wranglers & cowboy boots.
Yah, we may never make it to that party…bow chicka wow wow.
Decor genuineness, what would go well in the guest room?
What is something your significant other wears that you LOVE?