So I've been talking about the addition to our home for oh let's see TWO YEARS. Ugh. I hope I don't bite my tongue but I'm pretty sure {real deal yo} we are signing the contract to commit to our contractor this evening. I'm so dang excited I can't even handle it. Repeat after me: clean slate. I will now have a family room, bedroom, master bath and walk in closet to decorate. This is amazing. Well, I guess its only amazing if I don't end up in divorce court. Womp. Womp.
Wisteria. Repeat that. Everyone all together now: clean slate/wisteria/clean slate/wisteria
When I pull that shiny little gem of a catalog out of my mailbox the world just stops. I retreat to the bathroom, lock the door, sit on the floor and swoon. The dog can be tooting all over the house, M can be running amuck and NPF4 can be crying because M is frightening him. None of it matters because I am in a catalog coma.
Honestly,
you I need everything in the catalog and on the website. I'm coffee table obsessed at the moment. As my M says when she sees cupcakes - I NEED THIS. Smart girl. I've obv taught her well.
I have two visions for my family room; both very different. These will fit with my first vision and the travertine my second.
Mirror for the master bath.
Der, more nautical. You always have a place in my home.
Sit down in my new family room chairs.
Have a seat. Don't exactly know where this lady love will fit but she certainly is a beauty.
I need to stop. I've tired myself out. Let's be real. I'm going to IKEA. Repeat after me: IKEA. xox
