There is a place in my home that collects things. Things that, when they are brought to this place, disappear. Are you wondering where this place is? It is........my bedroom. I know, I know.
Apparently, I have a problem. A huge one. It has been a part of me for as long as I can remember.
It started out innocently enough. Friends called to say they were coming over for a visit and I flew through the house like a witch on a broom collecting things that did not belong out and about. Opening the door to my bedroom, I shoved these things into any available space I could find. Some of them have never been seen again. That's how bad I am!
My husband does not say a word, which only compounds my guilt at using our bedroom like a garage. I cannot even tell you the last time that it was neatly decorated and a place where I want to be instead of plowing through crap to get to the bed. I believe the word is never.
Today I began the process (yes, it is definitely a looong process) of cleaning out and organizing in the abyss. Oh, dear. Clouds of dust erupted from every flat surface. Items that once lay on tables and chairs in the rest of the house gathered dog hair and dust bunnies on the floor around them. As you can see, I am being graphically honest here. "Keepin' it real!" as the Pioneer Woman would say. I am hanging my head in shame.
It isn't that I want my bedroom to be the garbage dump of my house, it just happened to turn out that way. I look longingly at photographs of bedrooms in magazines and drool over crisply made beds, candles illuminating the walls, dreamy curtains blowing in the breeze and an afghan tossed casually (and stylishly) over the end of the bed. My afghan lies in a heap on the floor.
I think I have lost focus. I also think I have too much stuff. Really. I am working on that.
Here is where I need your help- What are the things that you do to make your bedroom a haven? I am so in need of one.