Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Dreaming Big: The Living Room

We have an open living room and dining room, making it by far the biggest room in our house. We love all the space, but the layout makes placing a couch and a TV in a way that makes sense kind of difficult. We've currently got a catty corner kind of position going on, but we know there's a better use of the space.

We can't wait to get our hands on this room, but the list is long, and expensive. I'm convinced we're the last people in America without a flat screen TV (please, someone tell me I'm wrong, I need ammo to combat the "Oooh, pretty" feeling I get every time I walk past one). We need to replace our worn out, less than two years old couch (F you, Haverty's), we need side tables, a new entertainment center, a console table, a new rug, it just goes on and on. Not to mention, I'm desperate to get a more modern dining room set, and if we're doing the living room, we might as well do the attached dining room too, right?

But dangit, we're quickly growing tired of the beige walls with the beige floor and the yellowish-beige couch. Can you tell I'm not a fan of beige? Greige, yes! Beige, no! I hope there's not a speck of beige in my house when we're done.

So we come to our big dreams. I dream of a couch that makes sense in a configuration other than diagonally across the room. I dream of a flat screen television mounted above the fireplace. I dream of a bold color on the fireplace, with a small section of glass mosaic tiles. I dream of a new, cushy rug, and pretty throw pillows, and a console table with a chunky mirror above it on the stairs.

This is what we're working with. It's serviceable, sure, but it could be so much better.

This is my inspiration. I'd love neutral greige walls with a nice bronze on the fireplace, with modern furniture and accents and some pops of blue, green, and yellow.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Guess who's having surgery

It's not Brett. It's not the cats.

That's right, me. Why? Because my gall bladder decided it was a good time to stop working, or make a stone, or whatever. And it won't let me do much but work and then come home and lay around. I did manage to spackle and touch up the gouges in the wall from our shower curtain falling down upstairs, but that's about the extent of my home improvement efforts for the last few weeks.

I'm meeting with the surgeon Wednesday, after which I'll have an idea of when I can take a week off work to order Brett and my mom around while sipping Diet Dr. Pepper on the couch. With lot of good drugs, so I'm told. It sounds like heaven if you ignore the removing an organ part.

But seriously, I'm looking forward to it. If they can make the pain go away, they can chop off one of my arms for all I care. After recovery, I'm starting Operation Get Fit Before Baby-Making. Hopefully that will also include lots of home improvement related exercise.

Either way, as always, I'll be here, dreaming big. I'll be finding things I love, drooling over them, and searching high and low for knockoffs. Somebody hurry up and knock off the new Pottery Barn Edison Chandelier, how about it? Okay, so it looks vaguely spiderish. I can't explain my love for this thing. I NEED it in my dining room. For now, I'll straggle off to bed and leave you with my newly created nest bio. Each page includes an inspiration picture put together thanks to Scrapblog. Plus you get a peek at the shoebox we lived in before we bought our new place.


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