My happy place.

As I have said for some time now (my husband would probably categorize it as “forever”), I am eager (desperately eager) to finish our basement. I don’t know if it’s the fact that my son is now mobile, and that my living room with the sharp mirrored coffee table and crystal bowl of shiny balls no longer seems ideal; or it may be that I literally have no more room in my house to hang another thing, and there’s nothing left to decorate. Whatever the case may be, it is something I spend a lot of time thinking about. Because although I adore our Living Room so, it is an adult space. And it is now an adult space with discreet baskets of toys. And I want my toys somewhere else.
I want a happy place. A place in which my children can totally romp around (without supervision as time goes out) and mess things up, and I won’t care. By the way, I will still care, but at least you won’t see the mess the second you set foot in the house.
So tonight I got design happy and went online to lose myself, creating a room, not for my home, but just a cool, different room, with colors that I would likely not use myself, but that I think looks kind of cool. Because sometimes Polyvore is my happy place.
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And now I got to scratch my decorating itch in a way that is fun and fantastical and the best part is, I can do it again tomorrow.
Sleep tight, dreamers.