On Our Way To Crazy

I am obsessed with redoing things these days. My hair, my wardrobe, my youth programming. I have bought both skinny jeans and leggings in the past few weeks. I don’t even know who i am anymore.

But my most intense obsession right now is my bedroom.

What I really want to do is add onto our house. Build a master bedroom and bathroom, a big-ish den type living room and some kind of laundry/mudroom. But since that costs lots of dollars and I have no dollars, redoing the bedroom is going to have to suffice.

Redoing is a bit of a misnomer… doing is more like it. We never really decorated the bedroom when we moved in. It’s kind of a mismatch of art, patterns and the blandest of bland paint colors that I just can’t take anymore. The bed is too big for the room, there is no storage and the whole thing has to go.

I want this room:

AB Chao has the coolest house I’ve ever seen. I want to clone the whole place and move it up to Nashville. Every detail is interesting and thoughtful and AWESOME.

It wouldn’t take much… we already have white bedding, so all I would need is the paint, some vintage-y side tables and a couple of great throw pillows. Oh, and some huge windows so that the paint doesn’t darken the room so much we can’t even see each other.

I get this bug fairly often. I overwhelm myself with design blogs and furniture websites and instructions on how to reupholster pillows and I feel the need to overhaul my entire house, room by room. I’m over the polka dot paintings in the livingroom. I want to turn the dining room into a library (and then the library into a dining room). I want to paint my bedroom Down Pipe and cut some big holes in the walls to make new windows.

I get stuck on the idea that something needs to change. For the first few years we were married, we changed jobs or cars or homes or churches every year. But now we are entering our third year with everything being the same. And it’s all really really good. Really. But I need to shake things up, and I think my bedroom is going to feel it this time. Want to help me paint?