Remember how I promised y'all some photos of the work we've been doing on our study? This is the very same project that involved a road trip to the Mother Ship and numerous maddening trips to the hardware store. We're not completely done yet, but mostly are. The cussing is done, which should give you a sense of where we are with this.
I used to blog at this desk in this corner of our study:
Now that corner of the room looks like this:
This chair is temporary until we find the Perfect Chair. Unfortunately, what we each want is not the same thing at all, so we're having a difficult time finding something that pleases both of us. Alas, our little town is not exactly known for having swell mod furniture, so we'll probably have to do some online shopping and/or make a road trip to a Big City. Given how much we just spent on airline tickets, I'm not sure how quickly we'll be investing in the Perfect Chair.
Also, we need a lamp, but that's a minor detail. Oh, and those curtains have to go. And, while that little table is empty of stuff now, I'm sure it will have a pile of crapola soon enough. Actually, I just looked behind me and it already does. Damn, that was fast.
About that map: It was Pete's when he was a kid and used to be in his mother's classroom when she taught. It's very popular with our girls because it's a relief map and they like to not only see places they've visited but also feel them. Grandma's house in Houston is smooth, but the grandparents' house in Virginia is bumpy. The map frame used to be a shiteous brown, but last summer I covered the brown with a nice glossy black, which vastly improved it.
On another wall in our study, this is what we spent so damn long constructing:
I really cannot believe Pete hasn't said anything to me about my cobalt glass collection on top of the cabinets, because I figured he'd balk over that one. I guess his silence is implicit approval and possibly even enthusiastic permission to find more cobalt bottles. The glass looks freaking awesome when the morning sun shines through the window.
Oh, and if you ever get the insane idea to buy some IKEA! kitchen cabinets and install them yourself, let me assure you this part of the project was a real pain in the ass and is what caused the most cussing. Consumer Reports loves IKEA! cabinets and swore they were easy to install. Given that we're pretty handy and that IKEA! stuff is meant to be assembled by people who are not necessarily good with tools (or even own tools), we assumed this part of the project would be a walk in the park. We assumed wrong.
Here, let me move around the room so that you see my blogging spot better:
So this is where I blog. When you read my posts, imagine me sitting here, typing fast and furious, usually with Mommy Caffeine next to me. (Due to the calories, I have only half a bottle a day. There's only so much a girl can give up, people.)
Can you see my inspiration board on the wall? I originally hung it in the living room, but it didn't look right there, so it's now next to my computer, where I can look at it and ponder. It's mostly covered with family photos, but the bottom quarter has pictures I've pulled from magazines -- things that inspire me, projects I want to try, ideas that should scare the bejesus out of Pete, etc.
And that's all I have this morning. It started snowing just before we walked the girls to school and the snow is really coming down. There's only a few inches on the ground at this point, but this being Virginia, all the school systems are freaking out and schools are either closed already or are closing early. Pete's working from home today and we're getting the girls from school at 11:00. Oh no, there won't be much wild excitement here this afternoon. Or cocoa and marshmallows. Or possibly even cookies.