The title is a phrase that was rather prominent in the last chick-lit book I read. And with my recent move to one of these dwellings, I can’t seem to get it out of my head.
My cozy bedroom, complete with new duvet. $60 on Overstock.com thankyouverymuch. Still need some artwork in here…have been planning on doing some zen-like theme.
My kitchen with an immense amount of counter space. And full size appliances — which are a luxury compared to the last place. As is the dishwasher.
The main space. Stained cement, exposed ducts, high ceilings, and track lighting. It’s a very adult space where my stuff just doesn’t seem to fit in. But I’m making it work 🙂
My very own washer and dryer. Though it takes three times as long to do laundry (they’re super tiny). Also, I just realized that the water temp. dial is all jacked up and I nearly washed my delicates on Hot and definitely washed my towels on Cold. Not. Cool.
And finally, the audience participation portion of the program. This photo shows my living “room”, with my fabulous red sofa and old, but loved, papasan. I still need to get another chair, but am not sure what I want. I also desperately need a rug for this area. However, I’m at a bit of a loss. I’ve got a brown/orange floor and a deep red couch. What should I do for a rug?! I’m thinking neutral, but have no idea on print or anything like that. If you have ideas, they’re appreciated!!!