That time we moved the bed and that night neither of us could sleep because we had a new side, and after midnight we flipped and tried sleeping at the foot of the bed and it still didn’t feel right, and the only good things that came out of it were you found your chess set, and I found where I put all the kitchen cotton, and the next day I made your sleepy face some coffee and a bedroom colored dishcloth, and yes I love you, but no, I still don’t want to play chess.
(P.S been trying every excuse to work these lovely cafe hooks, going back to my very beginnings of utility crochet 💕)
It didn’t get painted, but it did get a pretty decent makeover. 💕
I reorganized, but now I don’t remember where I put everything. 💕
It didn’t get very minimalist, but it did get a thorough clearing out and decluttering 💕
I didn’t take before photos ..why didn’t I take any before photos?!? (Mostly because I’m lame, but I guess there have been a few scattered throughout the blog posts over the years.)
I don’t miss the window view from my desk or being blinded by the morning sun or being on display at night, but I do bump my head on the slope a little more often. 💕
It’s called ‘the art room’ 99.5% of the time, because studio sounds too official for my unofficialness. 💕