Behold, my bed!

One small step for the Nelson's.....one giant leap for peace....cleanliness...order....

It was a small price to pay for sanity. Walking into a West Elm is like stepping into a nice hot bath...with bubbles....and a good book.....maybe some chocolates on a little plate. It's insane how lovely and clean the store is. I feel like I could just curl up on one of their bed displays and sleep for hours, knowing that everything around me was neat and tidy. Everything in it's place. SOMEDAY that's what my home will feel like! For now I can only dream and make hospital corners. The next big item on my Must Have For Sanity List is a bed / headboard, like this one, or this one...or this one...or even this one - anything but the 1970's wood one we've got now. It's great and all, but uh, it's falling apart - and by falling apart, I mean it's literally falling apart. The wood box spring is sitting on top of another wood box, and one side is bowing out so much that every time we get into bed I'm afraid that THIS is the night that it collapses and sends both Caleb and I slidding off. It's on his side of the bed, so at least I'll have him to land on and break my fall.

My favorite thing about my new quilt is that it's so versatile! I can buy MANY sheets, in many colors! OPTIONS! I did not have this luxury before people, and I'm pretty excited about it. Probably more than I should be. Deep fushia, orange, turquoise, canary yellow, lime....endless I tell you! That is the magic of espresso brown. I feel like shouting to the world "Come! Look at this! Isn't it beautiful?! Doesn't it look clean? No, uh, don't look too close...Isn't it magnificent?!" Then of course, I shouldn't, because they'd see that the bed is falling apart, and lo! The brown of the bed! It is hideous! Look away! Ah well. At least I'm not swallowing feathers in my sleep from my old comforter. I'd wake up coughing and spewing them like Sylvester the Cat would on the cartoons.......