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When people walk in to my home, the first thing they see is my beautiful suitcase wall.
Next they might notice our lovely built-in desk, against a wall of maps:
Or they might notice the antique buffet in the next room, perhaps all decked out for fall:
“Oh, you’re so clever!” they might say.
Or maybe, “What fun! Your house is so pretty!”
Or sometimes even, “I wish you would come decorate my house!”
I smile modestly and thank them, shuffle my feet and look away…
…because I know the deep dark secret that lingers in my basement…
We call it THE FAMILY ROOM!!
dun-dun-DUNNH!! (cue creepy music)
Yes, this is the place where Legos go to die…
Where the PLAID COUCHES hide in shame…
Seriously, what was I thinking?? Plaid couches? If anyone succeeds in building a time machine, please go back in time 10 years, find me at R.C. Willey, and SLAP ME!!
Where $16 roller blinds sort-of cover the windows, and they only went up this summer after 9 years of living in the house so company could have some privacy…
The IKEA bookshelf is the same color as the brown recliner (naturally my husband’s favorite chair). Sometimes I kid myself into thinking “it’s camouflaged!” in hopes that it will magically disappear from sight and I won’t have to look at it anymore…
Pictures rest against the wall because let’s face it…what’s the point of trying to dress up these ugly walls? I think they’re the color of anemic cornbread. Or maybe two-week-old tapioca pudding. Or maybe egg-salad-that-has-been-left-on-the-kitchen-counter-for-three days. (I think I still have a gallon of paint left over if anyone’s interested…anyone? anyone?? Bueller?)
The big wicker box next to the TV holds the dress-up clothes, but it seems to spontaneously regurgitate them on a daily basis (see the blue satin cape??)
And oh, look! More IKEA-brown furniture!
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So there you have it. My dirty little secret. I have spent time/effort/money on MOST of the rest of the house, but the family room keeps getting lost in the shuffle. Honestly? I hardly ever go down there; it depresses me that much.
What to do….what to do…
Oh, I KNOW!!
Wouldn’t this room be perfect for a Mandi-licious makeover??
Wherein can ye doubt?
With Mandi’s help, I **know** this room could be fabulous. It just needs color! And style!! And…dare I say…funk!!
Mandi dear, if you’re reading this, here’s a note for you!
I have a brand-new workshop full of tools (trust me, they’re there…I just haven’t blogged about them yet) that we could use to create all sorts of fun stuff! I have a garage full of yet-to-be-started projects that might be just what this room needs…and if not, well, there’s a great DI and a Savers just miles down the road! I have a house full of built-in minions ready to be at your beck and call (all I ask is that I get to be the chief minion).
And I’m not above bribery, Mandi! Making over a room is hungry work! And guess what…I can COOK! No, really! I am very good at it! I make the best bread and cinnamon rolls. Cheesecake? I can do it! Pie? Piece of cake! (Oh, just pretend that made sense.) And if I can’t, I have a sister who can do everything else, and I can bribe her, too.
If you come to my house, I just might let you take home something from my garage stash! Just think of it! My junk could be YOUR treasure! Or I could paint you a sign of your very own. How do you feel about beadboard?? Or old cupboard doors? Oh well, just re-gift it at your next white elephant party! But I don’t want to know about it.
Come play with me, Mandi…you know you want to….
(insert Jedi hand-wave here)
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