We are on the cusp of winter. I am certain, because we had snow flurries yesterday. My kids act like Snoopy when the first snow falls, dancing around with their open mouths upturned toward the gray sky.
A celebration of winter.
Winter brings inventory time. I yell to my kids and ask what they need systematically go through my children’s wardrobes in an effort to ensure everyone is properly attired for the cold. This year we were down two pairs of boots, a pair of foot-y pajamas, and blankets – three to be exact.
It was a bad year for blankets in my household. The dog dug a hole through my daughter’s quilt. My son’s quilt was worn threadbare, and my extra blanket went the way of the hole digging dog. I lost it to allergy prevention. You see it was a down filled throw blanket that just covered me. FringeMan runs quite a bit warmer and appreciated that the heavy blanket only covered me. Since we have no heat upstairs, blankets are a must. You can freeze your heart cold without enough blankets.
Blanket shopping is where I realized that I have a split personality. For some this revelation comes at the diagnosis of a doctor, or perhaps while lounging comfortably on a couch and reliving your life in words; however, my moment of clarity came in an aisle of Target.
Let me show you.
I absolutely LOVE this clean, crisp, calm, relaxing look. It’s just that I imagine myself lounging on that bed and thinking about how I can add a splashy pillow here, or a burst of color there, and before I realize what is happening…
I end up with this.
I fell in love with a bed in a bag. I tried to act mature and choose a more adult-like pattern, but I was shopping with an eight year-old who only encourages my tacky taste.
Anyway, do you think my room is too tacky?
FringeMan thinks I tend towards tacky, and I must admit, I’m a little fearful of the Tacky House show ending up on my doorstep. BUT, the curtains are white, the walls are boring, and the floor is white. That’s very neutral of me, don’t you think?