Meet my spare bedroom. Also known as my office. Or more recently the guest room. Or most appropriately, the room where we throw all of our junk when company comes over and shut the door so they think we are tidy and neat.
Last summer, shortly after we moved into our rental house, the office was fairly organized and I was quite happy to have a space of my own to work during the day. The boys have the garage, this room is all mine. Back then, it looked like this:
Nothing special but it worked for the time. Most of the furniture was left behind by Randy's old roommate in their last house. The desk is falling apart. Nothing matches. But it was free and available.
At least all of my stuff [and I have a lot of it!] was somewhat organized into wire storage cubes from my college dorm.
And this chair was my favorite part. It's nothing fancy, but I put it together myself. Now it's been moved to the living room and is where I usually do my work these days. [I'm sitting in it as I type!]
So, my office was pretty great and I spent most of my day in there until...
this dude came along. Chomper could not be trusted in there with so many fun things to chew on, and he whined and howled if I put him in his crate in the living room and went into my office to work.
So my solution was just to move my office into the living room, so I could keep my eye on him and he wouldn't eat all my stuff. And by office, I mean myself and my laptop, and eventually my chair when the dog started chewing on the chair Randy
made, so we had to move that
out of the living room before he did any serious damage.
And after months of working in the living room, moving our extra bed into the office for friends to crash on, and ultimately forgetting this room existed, it had come to look like this:
Um, gross. I'm embarrassed that I'm even showing these on my blog. I'm only posting them because it no longer looks this disastrous.
As of this morning, [after lots of cleaning and three coats of paint] the room now looks like this:
Ok, not a huge improvement
yet, but certainly a step in the right direction! I love brown, but the color on the walls was suffocating. It's a small room with bad lighting, so the dark wall color made it feel like a cave. The white walls already make it feel twice as big.
I'm still waiting for paint to dry and it will possibly need another coat on a few areas tonight. I'll keep you posted on the room's progress!
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I know most of you reading this live nowhere near Tulsa, and even if you did it's a pretty big place, but maybe you know someone who does? I am just desperate and don't know what else to do. Chomper has been missing since around 9am. He always demands to go play outside, and usually stays nearby and plays with our neighbors' dogs, but when I noticed he'd been gone for several hours this morning and started looking for him, I got worried. I'm hoping he's just having an adventure and will be home for dinner, but it's not looking that way so far. If any of you reading this happen to be in West Tulsa, please keep an eye out for him. You can email me if you have any info. Thanks!
Nothing special but it worked for the time. Most of the furniture was left behind by Randy's old roommate in their last house. The desk is falling apart. Nothing matches. But it was free and available.
At least all of my stuff [and I have a lot of it!] was somewhat organized into wire storage cubes from my college dorm.
And this chair was my favorite part. It's nothing fancy, but I put it together myself. Now it's been moved to the living room and is where I usually do my work these days. [I'm sitting in it as I type!]
this dude came along. Chomper could not be trusted in there with so many fun things to chew on, and he whined and howled if I put him in his crate in the living room and went into my office to work.
Um, gross. I'm embarrassed that I'm even showing these on my blog. I'm only posting them because it no longer looks this disastrous.
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