don't let the bedbugs bite

I love my bedroom. When I was a kid I spent a lot of time there. Not because I was a bad kid or got in trouble, it just seemed like my own little sanctuary. It was full of all the things I loved and it was always so peaceful. I had to wait for good natural light to take pictures.... There is no overhead light in my room and I just have this cute but not very bright lights hanging up.

Previously mentioned lanterns. Very pink and brown theme.... I reworked those lanterns, they used to be cream and green. Now with brown spray paint, hot glue and some pink ribbon for embellishments.... voila!

The top of one of my dressers. Stacking dolls my best friend brought me back from Russia. The change jar. Someone likes to throw their change everywhere. And oh yes, that's a fishing lure you see.

My desk. Yup, that's my blog up on the monitor. Awesome, right. And a Cuba poster I snagged from my dear sister.

My closet. You should be very jealous. It's gigantic. I mean GIGANTIC. I think there have been smaller bedrooms in apartments I have lived in. It's fantastic. And so organized. Aside from that pile of clothes. Don't look.

So I like to think I am a neat person. But secretly I am occasionally messy. I also like to think I am reasonably (for the most part) well dressed. But secretly I love my black Nike sweat pants that are horribly unsexy. I also like to think I have very cute hair. But it is naturally pretty wavy and hard to control meaning sometimes, it looks pretty crazy.

Well, yesterday I got caught. I had great plans for my day. These plans included organizing the closet, vacuuming, doing a bit of a work out, taking a shower, cleaning up the kitchen and a few other various things. All of these of course, were to be done wearing those sexy black sweat pants. I was going to be cute by the time the boyfriend got back from work which should have been around 11pm. But much to my surprise, shortly after 9 (while I am sitting on the couch in said sweat pants with frizzy hair) I hear the key turn in the lock. Oh shit! I was met with laughter. I'm not sure this look had surfaced yet. I try to, you know, save the sweat pants for myself. So I rushed to be a bit cuter and we both laughed about it. So, lesson learned. You might get caught with frizzy hair and sexy black sweats and should get ready sooner in the day.