This week Big Kid is away at day camp all week, for an unbelievable seven hours per day, leaving me with a solid two hours in the afternoon of uninterrupted time to...whatever. Usually during the week Baby's nap time is the time I have to fix lunch for Big Kid and hopefully spend some time hanging out with her one on one, and nothing is ever accomplished around the house. My husband is out of the house for work about 11 hours a day during the work week, so in the evening I am totally worn out and useless, and then weekends are always insanely busy. I am fairly certain that the fabled perfect housewife used to either dope her kids or dope herself, or relied heavily on playpens. Just a guess.
BUT! This week!
I am on a mission to do a complete home reorganization, and it is moving along apace. I'm getting bins and all kinds of boring objects to hold other objects, tossing what needs tossing, and steadily doing the prep work for an eventual full-on decorating job in four rooms. Because the organizing part seriously sucks (however satisfying it might be, trying to sqeeze such a large series of tasks in during nap time and after bed is frustrating) I am spending my down moments looking at interior design books and obsessively browsing Apartment Therapy to prop my spirits and give me a reason to push myself through.
This room is basically perfect. It is also in Paris, which makes me want to teleport into it. Phillipe might not be pleased?
So!
This is where my head it at:
I really love this one, maybe without the bullseye pillows:
It's that Scandinavian modern, with white, grey and other neutrals with lots of texture and shots of bright color, I just love it.
There is a definite vision forming. I love the bright white backgrounds, but I can't do that here (we rent, and the walls are a very warm cream), but we have gorgeous wood floors, beautiful warm wood trim and a great deal of potential for a clean, charming modern space. Once the full organization is finished I can start in on the fabrics and walls and all that.
This is much more fun and satisfying than I'd expected it to be.
Also it is expensive. My poor husband looks very worried whenever I open the IKEA catalogue.
He hasn't caught me looking for Eames chairs yet.