It's a quiet Saturday morning here in our house. All peeps are still sleeping. I can tell you that a side effect of having Spring Fever is having the worst itch to hop into one of these, with a Girlfriend or two,
the local paper, a cup of Joe from Jorgies, (and lets not forget the cheese bagel my friend), and fill the back of this baby up with treasures, treasures, treasures!!! O.K., junk, which I would turn into treasures.
The only problem with that plan is, there is still snow on the ground, and not one garage door would be open willing for me to buy it's contents inside. I'm not opposed to knocking on doors. What? Those who know me well have seen me in action. Soon though. Soon... I can only dream for now.
As most of you know, I have been working on our bedroom as of late. Because I'm married to the best husband in the entire world, when asked, He said he really doesn't care if I girly it up all pretty like. WHAT!!! SERIOUSLY!!! YOU DON'T CARE!!! NO REALLY?!!!
You don't mind if it's all pinkafied, (that can't be a real word), and flowery, with frilly this and thats all around? With more white, white, and then more white, then any one man could possibly stand?
Nope, Blue Eyed Husband said.
Your not going to poke fun 6 months from now (sometimes Blue Eyes method of communitcation), and say how much you don't like it?
Well, I'm never really up there anyway except to sleep and stuff. So if it makes you happy, I really don't care what it looks like.
Yeah girls, Blue Eyed Husband is for real. And I'm grateful he's mine.
GIRLY BEDROOM, HERE WE COME!!!
(pictures from Apartment Therapy of Rachael Ashwells Store in California.I think I would hyperventilate if I went there. Goodfriend, bring a paper bag.)
Hugs from Maine