My Bed is just a bed. The Ikea frame was bought on ebay for $40 when our old bed kicked the bucket about four years ago. It’s never made & not at all interesting; you don’t want to see that. Like a lot of you it seems, my bedroom is
often always a mess; it’s where all the clean clothes go to get folded… they get turfed unceremoniously from the laundry basket to the bed & then they get pushed to the floor when Mr goes to bed. I don’t know if he’s ever put a piece of clothing away in his life.
Our house is teeny weeny. Calling it teeny weeny might actually be a generous term… but even worse is that it’s teeny weeny with absolutely zero storage & our room is the smallest bedroom, cut in half vertically by the loft so there is no soaring ceiling like the ones in the rest of the house which at least give the illusion of space… that makes for a cluttered, dark look no matter what you’ve got in there.
Who needs curtains when you can hang your dresses by the window…? (And some of you were too embarrassed to post your pictures…!)
More My Place & Yours players here. Thank you to the lovely participants; I promise I will wait until at least Thursday next time before pouting in the corner…!
(…& with this post my friends, Blogtoberfest is OVER!)