I could be wrong here, but when most "normal" people get home from a long day of traveling don't they...I don't know...take their suitcase upstairs, maybe unpack a bit, and perhaps relax for a few minutes before heading off to bed?
Monday, January 5, 2009
This is my suitcase. I plopped it down in the middle of the living room, ripped it open, and started decorating immediately. "Normal"?...not so much.
In my defense, I found a couple great items on clearance when I was out of town and I couldn't wait any longer to execute the idea I had in my head. I immediately hung the plates that I'd been meaning to hang before I left, and then put out the cute little birdies (they were something like $3 at Pottery Barn...I swear that's not the only place I shop...not by far), and the artichokes ($4 for a package of 6). It's not earth-shatteringly unique, but I'm pleased with it...seriously, you should have seen it before.
I may still have an unpacked suitcase sitting in my bedroom (yes, I moved it upstairs), but I'm somehow okay with that because at least I have a pretty piano now.