For awhile.
I started feeling like he was taking over the entire house. He was claiming all this territory. If our home was a Risk board it would be mostly his color. I mean the kitchen is basically his- sure we share the dishes and what not -but I don't cook. Ever. So Ken has all his spices and contraptions and hoo ha where he wants it and I just don't touch it. The living room is beautiful but decorated 100% by Ken. It's gorgeous but masculine. The more I looked around the house the more I realized ken had control of the whole
This summer, right before The Koley Canoe arrived we finished remodeling our basement. We put a guest bed in one of the downstairs bedrooms for all of our frequent visitors. If you know me and Ken you should have just laughed. We rarely have over night guests. I could have a seep over every night. Ken could never have one. I think it is how we were raised. I remember lots of people staying at our house. We had a woman live with us for over a year. She just slept over one night and then stayed on a mattress on the floor in Krissy's room. She was part of our family and we love Barb. Ken says they never had a lot of company. We tend to lean more his way. Sad. Anyway- we have one guest room (that we use mostly for naps) and the other bedroom has been vacant. We thought since we were showing the house
For a long time.
Then, last week I was through with it.
It started on a Monday night. I was at my mom's. She has a little office downstairs that is my old bedroom. It has her computer and file cabinet and treadmill and then the decorations are just her things. The theme to the room is "Things Ginger Likes." They don't necessarily match but they aren't totally clashing either. It just feels peaceful in there. Homey. Comfy. Loved. It has some art work that Julie has done. There are pictures of us (her kids), and her mom, and her grand kids, and my dad. She has a school calendar. There are some quote magnets on the file cabinet. One says "There is no such thing a small act of kindness." There is a mailing rack with the monthly bills. She has like 12 index cads stapled together and all her usernames and passwords are on it. What I like so much about that room is you can go in, and learn all about my mom without meeting her- just by looking around the room. (Not by logging on using all her passwords.) It's kinda like a non-trashy-non-teen version of Room Raiders. I told my mom I loved being down in that office. She said she really liked having all her things in there.
Light. Bulb.
"Operation West Wing Takeover" in full swing.
Buckle up.
I moved a desk we had in the garage down into the sad empty room. Washed the spiderwebs, oil, birdseed, and dust off of it. I got my computer and set it on the desk along with all the Internet wires, photo up loaders, and printer. A start. Looking around it still needed.... a light. Looked in the closet and there were two desk lamps. Surely I could sneak one of them. Then the fire was lit. I went to the garage and got my box of things. My box has old school papers in it, yearbooks, pictures, knick knacks from my old room, you know- stuff like that. I opened my treasure chest and picked through all my stuff and found my absolute favorites. Things that reminded me of places I have been, people I have changed and who have changed me. I filled about half of a laundry basket. On my way back in the house I spotted a bookshelf that was also collecting garage junk. That came down too! We have all of our books up in a closet on one of those shelves that are meant for folded clothes. I rummaged through them and picked out my books. None of Ken's learning (*cough* boring *cough*) books. And you know? I have more than I thought. I proudly displayed my collection on my bookshelf. Some flowers. A picture of Koley.
A couple hours later and I had it....
MySpace.
It feels good in here. Loving. Healthy. Kind. Warm.
Reminds me of someone....
I want to get a big funky chair to sit in and read. Then get some curtains. And maybe one of those fish tanks that take up a whole wall.
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And a mini fridge! ahhahah
And an endless stack of O magazines.
I want to see it! I actually haven't even seen your finished basement yet. Weird of me. I should have asked. I still cannot get over how good Ken is at decorating, though. I really do love that Japanese cherry blossoms painting you have up now. I love the idea of seperate bookshelves. I hate Ben's books. And Ben hates mine.
Way to get your own little area. I like that idea.
How fun!! I wish we had enough room for me to have my own space. I have a desk downstairs that has TONS of junk all over. I guess that counts for now:)
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