I have always had a room of mismatched furniture.
A room that is pretty much a storage space with a bed.
There always seemed to be something else to hold my attention and to be honest, I don’t spend that much time in there anyway.
But then again, I dream of going away.
Staying in fancy hotels.
With fancy sheets (that don’t have stains from someone wiping their arse on the bedding or feel like sandpaper)
And art on the walls.
A week or so ago I went fuck it.
I want to live the hotel dream every motherfucking day.
So we moved from our bedroom with the ensuite with a curtain for a door to Moo’s old room.
We picked up some tables for the bedside from Kmart. Replacing the hand me downs from MOTY-my Auntie-her motherinlaw.
And a furry pillow.
And block out blinds for FIFTEEN BUCKS ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKING KIDDING ME????
1000 count doona cover from Target (30% off for those adding up my purchases… $89 for Egyptian cotton doona cover and 2 pillow cases motherfucking HUZZAH!)
Hung a tiny Malificent mirror in the corner that I found in the Op Shop.
A new TV. Full price.
A cabinet for the TV from the discount section at Officeworks…
And while we were there I got my favourite quote made into a 6ft poster which we then framed.
And now I have a beautiful bedroom that I adore going into.
Smile when I walk past.
And most importantly, makes me happy when I wake up.
Sure, there are still things I would love to do.
Painting would be one…
A new mattress.
Sure the room is small.
But for now, this room is my bliss.
For the first time ever.
Before I go to bed and as I wake up this is what I see
And the voice in my head need to hear that shit.