As work progresses on the dining room makeover I sometimes sneak off to my room to read. nap. read. okay, fine, nap. The point is that I like to hide out in there.
It hasn’t been fixed up yet, so it’s not, you know, my “vision” for the room (oak doors! oak trim! gross carpet! gah!). But it’s cozy and stays relatively tidy. I don’t know why it stays tidy. I try not to ask too many questions. I just enjoy it.
Except lately it had been feeling blah. Last time I was musing over this room I put all white pillows on as a temporary measure, and they were feeling dreary. I just figured I’d live with it for now and focus on the fun I’m having in the dining room.
Then the other day I was feeling like I needed another pillow to prop myself up with, so I got a pillow, grabbed the first pillowcase I found, one I made with pretty pink fabric a while back, put it on and stuck it on the bed.
All of a sudden the whole room looked more inviting. Weird, huh?
And then I started noticing all of the other things in the room. There really are some pretty bits and pieces in there.
Just because of that one little pillow. Isn’t that funny?
Has that ever happened to you?