Swiss Family Robinson

At the new house, my room is refered to, affectionately, as The Treehouse.

This is because my room, which is large and in-charge, was an addition to the house and sits atop a dozen-ish navy blue carpeted stairs. It's kind of like having my own apartment within the actual house, but it presents a decorating challenge as far as furniture arrangement is concerned. I've never lived in a room this big! I currently have a queen-sized bed, a vanity, a small table with a T.V. and two bookcases in the room. I'm not trying to cram it with stuff- the furniture I have in there currently doesn't make it feel crowded in the least... the cardboard boxes are the ones accomplishing that.

The room has windows on three sides- I can see the neighborhood and they can see me. This is comforting when you are in close proximity to teenage boys. I have blinds but I'm currently searching for drapes and valences because the windows are an odd size. Put it on my tab.

After going to church and brunch with CC on Sunday, I ventured out into the hot afternoon with the goal of finding a duvet cover, a comfortable chair, lamps and possibly small tables for next to my bed.

I came away with a duvet cover, as well as manicured hands and feet, a diet cranberry limeade from Sonic and various household items. So if we're going to be technical: I was one for four. I still felt productive.

I knew I wouldn't find everything in one day; even if I did I wouldn't be able to buy it all in the same afternoon. Nevermind the fact that the total of pillows on my bed will soon reach 11 once I get them all arranged, and I'm still, for some reason, looking at pillow shams. I think it's compulsive.

There are never enough pillows.

For a solid 45 minutes I roamed around Crate & Barrel with every couple in the zip code of the Dallas Galleria (funny enough, I didn't know much about the store until I started going there every five minutes or so for wedding registries so I guess I have to thank them?) I sat in every chair that looked substantial enough in size to have potential for occasional weekend naps, laying down while gazing blankly at the ceiling and talking on the phone, draping legs over one side to curl up and read and something accessible and less suggestive than my bed where guests can sit. Since I have so many male guests and all.

I don't think that's too much to ask from one piece of furniture. Either way, I think I found something that fit my criteria...

Behold:
I know it looks like part of a couch or some-such but it is amazingly comfortable. I liked it so much that I made a very large lap around the entire three floors and came back to sit in it a second time and examine all of the color options. There's even room for two, should I ever decide to share my personal space and my recorded DVR shows with anyone else.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
-Erma Bombeck