HOW DID THIS HAPPEN ...... Or What's In Your Bedroom?

PEOPLE ... so complex we are.



You are and I am. I'm really a girly girl. But I'm also an Earth Momma. A Queen but also a Prairie hard as nails type ole gal.

A diamond.



Sometimes still unpolished. In the rough.



And again can be as Sparkly and multi-faceted as any.

I yearn for this bedroom. The plush, lush, comforting feel and look of simple elegance



But am also drawn to and feel connected to the plain, rustic, no-nonsense down to earth found here


Buuuuuuuuuut............... I am just one. One of a pair to share the bedroom. The bed. The domain. I have a partner. His name is Mike. He's my hubby, my friend, my soul mate and the love of my entire life and I also refer to him as Punkin Darlin. And he too is a multi-faceted type guy. OK not as much as we females tend to be, but he is passionate about his hobbies and his personality reflects who he is too.

This is my Punkin's thing..........




And he does this for a living................




So THIS my sweet friends is what is in OUR bedroom. I was not gutsy enough to show individual pictures of our bedroom before the daily chores were accomplished. Instead I have compiled them into three little collages. And I shake my head and ask "How did this happen" to a girly girl?????????????? Big ole bra hanging on the seldom used treadmill and toofie choppers in plain sight on top of the dresser and hair.....looking like an indian raid for scalps during the night. Oh and don't miss the little femme touches like dollies, bling bling, antlers with hats hanging over pixie and fairies and the bigger than life ever growing prescription cabinet!







But do I clear it out? NOOOOOOOOOPE of course not. I keep adding stuff to it. If I have an inch of space somewhere something else goes there.It long ago gave up trying to emote a theme. The only theme for OUR bedroom is "hurryupcramitinanshuthedangdoor".The one laugh I get in the whole mess however is in thinking of the day I do meet my demise and my kids and hubs have to go in and clear out and boy oh boy will they have their hands full and have chuckles and headaches and something to gab about!!!

And now to move on. Nothing changes until something changes but at least I gave IT a voice today!

I name it Dignified, Simplified, Horrified Chaotic Clutter!