I’m linking up with Momfessionals today to talk about our favorite rooms.
I’ve been thinking long and hard about my favorite room and had a lot of difficulty making a choice.
The living room with the bold yet fashionable kelly green couch and analogous yellow paint?
The crumbless kitchen filled with stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops, and delicious things bubbling on the stove for dinner?
The office, which is impeccably organized for utmost concentration on both writing and information gathering?
I just simply can’t pick. Ikea has far too many fabulous rooms to choose from.
Oh wait. You mean to tell me you want to see my favorite room in my house? Shoot. That’s even harder than picking a favorite from Ikea. Most often my house looks like this:
How can one pick a favorite room, when every room in their house is buried under a thick layer of toys? I look around our house, and I love it. Because we live here. And it feels warm and cozy. But the floors are also a little sticky most of the time. And the walls have hand prints. And boring paint. I don’t think Better Homes and Gardens will be stopping by to feature us anytime soon. Maybe someday I’ll have fancy rooms to show off. But probably not. What’s my real favorite room? The bathroom I guess. Mostly because it’s the only place I can get 7 minutes of solitude and also because I can close my eyes in the shower and pretend I’m standing under a waterfall in Hawaii. I’ve posted one picture of our bathroom below. Mariyah took it. You may be wondering why I’ve cropped so close to Violet. I figured it wise to remove any and all evidence of how often I scrub said bathroom.