As in, renovation. You say it like “reh-no,” not “ree-no.” Just so you know. I learned this from Sarah. Sarah has a house. And a show. On HGTV. It’s called Sarah’s House. And I want to be her friend. [Sarah, can we be friends?]
As you know, I am currently nesting.
I have no idea why. Maybe it is because two good friends are having babies in the near future (example – Adam and Ansley) or maybe it is simply because I’m tired of living in a house that looks exactly like my third apartment at the University of Georgia. Either way, if real “nesting” is much worse than this [shall I ever be with child], you are all in a WORLD of hurt- I mean, window treatments have been my staple conversation for three weeks. When I’m actually “nesting”? Lord help the mister who comes between me and my reno.
Back to reality. Last weekend, I called in the professionals.
So we measured and brainstormed. We laid down a rug, which makes a world of difference in the living room.
[Baby items courtesy of Katie B.E.’s new traveling companion, baby Lydia. We like her. Like whoa.] And while I was taking that picture, they were doing this….
They would. Then, with a flip of a wrist and a toss of a few beams, my bedroom went from this….
Are you dying or are you dying? I know. I’m dying. Every time I walk in my room I totally swoon [to use a fav word of my fav friend Mary Catherine- and this post about NYC is, well, my fav].
I’m a renter, much like my sweet friend Nester, so I took much advice from her blog. And I figured that if I couldn’t paint, I needed to use fabric to bring in color and wowsa. It has totally changed my room. And I heart it. Mucho.
The window treatments? Well, here’s the thing. Katie B.E. and Caroline aren’t settlers. They don’t settle. So. We are going fabric shopping in Atlanta in a few weeks.
Good things come to those who wait. And those who nest at abnormal points in life.