My Bedroom

Berf darts on my bathroom floor...note blue bath mat natch.

Berf darts on my bathroom floor...note blue bath mat natch.

The title of this post says it all. After almost 20 years of marriage I still refer to the master bedroom as “my bedroom.” I chose the bedding color, the furniture (with input from the husband), and the wall art. What was my husband’s input? He insists on having a small TV with FIOS box in the bedroom — nonnegotiable. Don’t even ask!

The bedroom is not super girly as the bedding is blue — it is always blue. We have not painted the walls so the builder’s grade beige paint is in evidence…grimy handprints not withstanding.

The carpet…let’s not talk about the carpet shall we? Let’s not even look at the makeup stain from the time my 2-year-old drew a circle using eye liner while I was showering. And perhaps don’t look too closely at the doorway with the Amoxycillin stains from preschoolers who fight taking medicine with every fiber of their being. And the milk — who thought it was a good idea to let a baby walk around upstairs holding a bottle?

My — or rather our — bedroom has felt the brunt of 14 years of grime and grit from the Musings for Me family. I’m not exempt as all coffee stains are my fault.

The bedroom is also a laundry folding area or rather laundry dumping area to be more precise. The laundry hamper is always overflowing. A few years ago I purchased some inexpensive storage and shelving products from a catalog where all products cost $14.99. Let’s just say you get what you pay for…the laundry hamper is all I have left. Oh, and I purchased a small hamper thinking I would empty it more frequently. Uh, who am I trying to kid??

The master bedroom is screaming for a bedroom makeover. How would I decorate? For one, I would change the color scheme. The blue was our chosen color on our wedding registry at Woodies. I guess it was a color we could both agree on, but we need a change and so does “our” bedroom.

We have two largish windows with sheer curtains and valances. Functional but not elegant. 

toy-story-wheezy-penguinThe toys? Yep, we have a huge bag of stuffed animals piled up in the corner. Now why would I have toys in my bedroom? The toys were pulled out of the death grip of a teen who collects and hoards stuffed animals. I think she is breathing easier now that the dust- collecting creatures are out of her room. Of course, I think I may be a little wheezy…

Thanks to Twittermoms for the idea for this post!

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