Be Our Guest, Be Our Guest!

Why do I feel like I've already named a post that? Anyhoo...

I'll skip right to it: this has been a very expensive weekend around the Woodward Place. Officially, Saturday was the most expensive day since we closed on the house.

The reason why it was so expensive is because we bought a brand new king-size Tempurpedic. I can feel my eyelids getting heavy just talking about it. We haven't even slept on it yet, but I'm pretty sure it's the bomb-diggity. It was crazy expensive, so we slept on it for a few nights before we felt comfortable enough to make a deal.

In the end, the splurge feels much less-splurgy when I consider how much we spend in medical bills for my bad back. I mean, the bed only cost like eight 15-minute appointments with my spine specialist. That works out to be 1/4th the sleep the average adult needs every night. When I put it like that, the bed seems like a bargain. FML.

All that Tempur-purchasing made for some Tempur-movement of our old bedroom set to our guestroom. While we've been calling it the guest room since moving in, it looks something like this:

Doesn't really say spend the night does it? At least not to sober people...

But with the addition of our new bed, we're making headway in the guestroom department. We're wrapping up painting after tonight's HIMYM finale. The bed's already in there and I just need to finish it off with accessories. Hopefully I'll have some preliminary pics for you guys by tomorrow.

Until then, I just let you oggle my inspiration pic (minus the plastic-wrapped floor).

The best part is we officially have no empty rooms in our house anymore!

Meet our New Neighbors!

Some new neighbors moved in and we're pretty excited about them. Sure, they're early risers and make noise before we even wake up, but they're too cool for me to complain. And the mom is making way more progress on their home than I am on ours. She should really be proud of herself.

It's a nest! On our front door's "R" wreath!

For those of you following me on Instagram, this is no surprise as I've been documenting the nest's progress for several days. For those of you not following me on Instagram, I ask, what are you doing with your life? Seriously?

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There is a mommy bird and a daddy bird. Or two mommy birds. Or two daddy birds. Mommy likes to sit in the nest and Daddy perches on top. It's adorbs.

So far, I've spotted them a handful of times with the help of my trusty watch-cat, Leo. That guy is a veteran bird-watcher. If he's downstairs he's either hungry or staring at them; either way he's talking, so he's like a little alarm.

They are pretty camera shy, and the only pic I've taken that even comes close to catching them is:

Look very closely inside the "R". If you can't see her, you can just admire my new topiaries (still waiting on the planters).

I honestly spotted the bird like three times before Pat pointed out that they were making a nest. I did notice all the random grass on our doorstep, but I just attributed it to Boone-man. That debris/poop is the one thing I'm not loving about being a bird-neighbor.

That and fearing the whole nest will fall when I open/close the door. Future eggs included.

A Master Bath fit for a (Future) King

 And by that I mean Prince George because it's baby boy blue. Wah, wah, wah.

Judging by the amount I mention it in Blogland, you would think we've done nothing to our master bathroom. The only time I've mentioned it at all was in a post about how nothing was getting done (there seems to be a lot of those...). I had even left pictures from before we moved in on our house tour page.

Look familiar?

So many of you will be surprised to see that our master bath is the closest room to "done" in our entire house. For the most part, the overall idea of this bathroom has been executed although not the way I envisioned.

Originally, I wanted a very light blue, so light it almost looked white. Think being in a fog.

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Sooo relaxing. Exactly as a master bath should be.

That plan faltered when I brought paint samples in and everything that almost looked white on a swatch actually looked white on the walls. I convinced myself to go bluer than I planned in an effort to make it show up. I picked a color that looked great, albeit bluer than I hoped, as a sample. As I painted, I remember feeling refreshed to see that while bluer, it was also greyer so it accomplished the foggy effect perfectly. Then it dried. And it was baby blue.

This was actually one of the first rooms I painted when we moved in back in October. For the next five months I grappled with whether I could make it work or if I needed to paint it all over again. Part of me was saying, "it's done, and even though it's baby blue, at least it's not builder tan," while the other part (clearly the perfectionist part) was whining, "but it's not perfect! It's worth a few hours to be perfect..."

In the end, the lazy side won out and blue it stayed. I'm still not sure whether that's because I was afraid of more failed experiments or the fact that I still haven't widdled out the time to paint the guest room or office. Either way, I still think something greyer but still blue would be much nicer, it's just not worth the added effort... yet.

In an effort to make this baby blue look less nursery and more happy space, I decided to throw in just a tiny bit o' pink. Because what every non-nursery needs is baby blue and pink. The thing that makes this work for me is the pink is barely there and more coral than true pink.

They're not a perfect match and they're not meant to be. I love how it's all a little off together. The orange soap bottles are a little too off, so ignore them; I blame Bath & Body Works with their deliciously scented citrus flavors.

I'm not one of those bloggers who pretends we don't keep the toothbrushes on the counter. Let's be real.

I used glass apothecary jars (left over from the candy bar at our wedding, thanks Mom!) to house the every day basics: cotton balls, q-tips, and a detox bath mix. Maybe the bath mix isn't an "every day" item, but it smells delightful (like ginger), I always have a stash of it, and it looks pretty classy in a glass jar. That little metal box holds my gazillion hair ties and my 4 bobby pins. Anyone else have the same problem?

The room still needs a bit of finessing; for instance, our towels are a mish-mash of ones we inherited, ones we each purchased pre-marriage, ones we bought together but pre-house, and a few that were actually purchased with this bathroom's design in mind. I also want to add more accessories and at least one more piece of art.

The one big project that stands to be done is we want to take down the large builder grade mirror and install smaller ones over each sink. That also involves converting one light fixture into two, so if anyone knows anything about splicing wire, holler at me.

Other than that, I'm calling this turkey done.