So, what's under your bed?  I'm about to find out what is under mine.  Today I have the unsavory task of clearing out the bedroom, boxing up clothing, throwing out the random crap that falls off of a person and collects around the corners of bedroom furniture.  You know, the stuff like the extra buttons that come in little packages when you buy a good blouse, the forgotten hair ties and barrettes that you fall asleep with and wake up at 3 in the morning with them on your nose, the earring for which you have lost the back.  It all has to go because tomorrow, we get the new bedroom set.

 

And the choir sang, "Hallelujah!"

 

I've spent the last few days browsing Art.com and picking out pieces of artwork for our new room.  B and I have decided that we deserve to turn our room into a private oasis, a get away, a refuge from family life.  We picked out furniture that matches the best bed ever (I'm so glad to be getting that back,) and that is light and airy and will leave more room for mediation and crazy monkey, um, couples meditation. Yeah, that's it.  We're covering the walls in subtly romantic / erotic art ( no, you cannot come over. I said art, not porn!)  We found an amazing sculpture / candle holder on our anniversary trip and I cannot wait to set it up.  My mother gave us some gorgeous pink art deco style bowls that will go on the dresser or one of the night stands.  I'm picking out fabrics for new throw pillows and draperies.  Candles, texture, color, art everywhere.  We've used the amazing silk quilt that Velma made for me as the color palate for our room.  It comforts us, it inspires us, it is rich and varied and perfectly imperfect, just like us.  Thank you, Velma. 

 

I cannot wait.  I mean it, I cannot wait.

 

And, just as a little note, I wrote this whole thing without a single misspelling.  What is it, my birthday?