When I am not puking... I seem to be nesting.
Just like that.
I should insert...I am married to a man who seems to be morally opposed to buying secondhand.. anything. Why pay 30 dollars for something when you can pay 200 anyway? I, on the other hand, have memories of my crafty mother refinishing furniture in our driveway and turning our home into a gallery of items she picked up from across the world.
Anyway, since I rarely have Jeremy's buy-in, I don't do a lot of purchasing (though I love to browse) in consignment and thrift stores.
I really like the old mixed with the new look, but let me make it clear that I am NO DECORATOR.
Anyway, in the past two days I have spent any energy I can muster in painting a new shelf for our bathroom and antiquing it (puking), painting our banister (breaking to ease my dizziness), and rearranging our family room to accomadate the new-old trunk/coffee table I bought (from a classified) and the rocker I plan to find and refinish.
Take that, honey. At this rate I could have a whole new house (and no money) by the time our little bundle arrives!
***By the way.. I know that I should stop if I don't feel good, but back off. How are you supposed to cope with nesting urges ? Comment carefully-- I may just come over and sew you some curtains.