Wednesday, August 17, 2011

I had an epiphany this afternoon,

the fruits of which caused me to abandon my Veruca Salt-like desire of "I want it now!"

In an effort to create a livable space with what we have now (no big TV or sofa for the "man cave", no new chairs in the living room, no console by the front door or sideboard in the dining area), I give you,

Good Enough is Rarely Good Enough (except when you're remodeling a bathroom while still loving out of boxes and have eaten nothing but take-out for over a month, in which case, YES! it damn well IS good enough!):

A second bedroom is such a luxury. It means behind a door like this:

lies a mess like this: