For Valentine's Day, my very sweet husband brought me flowers. Which is a very big deal, because:
a) My husband is one of those guys who doesn't 'do' Valentines, because it is a commercial, Hallmark holiday (likely story)...
b) Being in the nursery business, he thinks cut flowers are a waste.
But darn it anyway - he done got me flowers!
Okay, not real flowers. They ARE fake, but they are apparently a very huge seller. And, they light up.
Here they are in the light...
And the dark...
(P.S. I'm REALLY hating my new camera, so excuse the out of focus-ness. I'm working on it).
So, two years in a row, he has come through on Valentines, being all super sweet and thoughtful.
What he didn't bargain for, I'm pretty sure, is the crazy ass redecorating bug I caught as a result of his gift.
For some reason, the colors of the flowers (red with brown stems), really spoke to me. As did the Pottery Barn catalog.
I love our new bedding SO MUCH. Of course, my bedroom looks nothing like the catalog, but it sure beats the tired old sage toile bedding we had. Which was nice, but I was freaking tired of looking at it.
Now, I'm kind of obsessing over painting. I'm thinking chair rail. Or an accent wall. I brought home a bunch of paint samples. The red and the chocolate brown were not well received. I can't bring myself to do the gold...or maybe I can...
Today, the new decor received the toddler seal of approval. He climbed right up on the bed, grabbed a book, got under the covers and pulled them up to his armpits.
He's reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Such a literature fiend.
But most importantly, the bedding passed the jump test.
This was imperative.
So, that's the story of how a thoughtful little gift snowballed into a full on redecorating frenzy.
Yeah, I'm not done. I'm eying G-Rex's room and the kitchen. And the bathroom...