I love our house. It’s small, but quaint. I like to think of it as our little cottage.
It pains me to think about the day when we may outgrow it. We’ve put so much sweat and tears into renovating, redesigning, and landscaping… I don’t ever want to leave. But I know the day will probably come.
We’re already getting a little “snug,” but I do my best to fight that with my cardinal rule. When something comes in the door, something else must go out.
[Side note: It baffles me how much stuff we all acquire throughout the years, and I am not one for clutter. Can’t even watch the show “Hoarders,” it freaks me out. Lately, all of this stuff has been on my heart. Statistics say the average household never uses 80% of their belongings. Shocking. 80% of our stuff just sits there, never used, never noticed, never appreciated. But somewhere out there is a family in need or a charity who could benefit. I am a firm believer of donating those things we forgot we had to someone else who might cherish them.]
We’ve recently inherited a child’s desk and bed frame from my family, a set that used to be my father’s. My Mom, who shares my same view on clutter, has been trying to get me to take them out of their garage for years. But in our small house there’s not much room for extra furniture.
Trust me, it’s not that I don’t want to take them – I adore the set. We just don’t know where we’d store them. The garage? (Hate to do that, at this point it’s Michael’s only man room). Break down and get a storage unit? (That would make us another 80% statistic, for sure).
After I walked around the house staring blankly, searching for a place to put them, Michael came to me with an idea.
What if we turned our guest bedroom into a multifunctional kid’s room? We could use the desk as another hub, guests could still sleep on the twin bed if need be, and it could also serve as a playroom and a space for larger toys. It would be a room for Isaiah to grow into (our hope being that another little one would take his place in the nursery in a few years).
At first the idea made me panic. Have I mentioned I am frightened by change? Aren’t we all on some level? And I mean c’mon, I love our guest room. It’s such a comforting space. That bed was the first thing I bought when I moved to LA. But as the day crept on, I started to realize what Michael’s idea really meant.
Designing another room.
By the end of the day, not only had I agreed but I had a paint swatch selected, a color scheme decided, and fabric picked out. I can’t wait to get started. Here’s what I am thinking:
And I maaaaay have a plan for a certain nautical tea towel from a previous post, because someone I know snatched it up. (It’s me! It’s me!)