Today, for no reason other than a vague desire for change, I rearranged the bedroom furniture. I moved our large bed, mattress, and armoire all on my own, bruising myself and nearly flattening a cat who tried to hide between the (moving) armoire and the wall. In the process I found seven empty water bottles, four pairs of underwear, five socks, and three wee toy mice. And, of course, dust balls the size of pomeranians.
Here is the finished product–still small and shabby, but differently so!
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Delurking here to say OMG – my guy can’t live without the fan noise, either! And after 12 years of marriage, I’ve become dependent, as well. I wish you strength.
Seven empty water bottles? Didn’t you just move in?!
Spider Man pillow, huh? What a catch! :-p
What about the retro clock? Or why there are shelf brackets above the bed WITHOUT books?!
I can only hope that the pillow has been to the dry-cleaners at least once since you two have been together.
What is it about fan noise? We have the same fan, in black. Hubby is addicted. Now 8 year daughter must have one, too.
What does the Actually do when traveling? I had to break down and buy a genuine white-noise machine or else I’d never sleep on the road.
Those blinds are astonishingly ugly. And someone PICKED THEM OUT ON PURPOSE. The world is a frightening place.
when i moved in september, my books had been in storage for three months. unpacking them was the first thing i did, and it made me finally feel like i had a sort-of home somewhere.
(your bed looks so very cozy)
Found you via Doctor Mama (I think). Delurking to say we have the same IKEA amoire! I hate it and want to get real furniture. Wvery time I see it leaning unstably to the right I wonder how much longer it’ll stand until it collaspes one night, inevitably killing one of our two cats who adore sleeping in or on it.
It has always given me claustrophobia to end up on the inside edge and when my now-husband and I were first dating, he would fall asleep on the outside and then I would climb over him and force him to roll in. Heh heh heh.
I remember I felt like I had really “made it” when I got an apartment with a bedroom big enough not to have the bed in the corner. Welcome to the big time …
Another wife of fan addict (WOFA). I am glad to here that I have a forum of support.
Well, Pomeranians are pretty small. If they’d been the size of Dalmatians, I’d worry.