Hey, let's stop talking about babies for a second so I can invite you into my bedroom. You know, in the least creepy possible way. Actually, I don't think there's any way to say "so I can invite you into my bedroom" non-creepily, so maybe we should just back up so I can start over. What I meant to say was that we've made a couple of updates to the bedroom since you saw it last—almost three years ago, whoa—and it's finally at the point where I'm like "yep, done, over it, onto the next room," which is fortunate, really, since the next room is the nursery, and that's slightly more pressing.
So here's how it looking these days, where I am sticking a fork in it and placing it firmly in "after" territory.
Apart from the fact that Instagram has clearly been invented in the three years since I last took any pictures of this room, you're probably thinking "uh, what's changed, Holly? The walls are still grey, the pillows are still hot pink, and you still have that large DIY sign above your bed. Okay, I'll admit that you do seem to be slightly better at ironing your bed linens these days, but I guess I don't really see a huge difference. Am I missing something?"
Well, first of all I did iron my duvet cover this time, thank you for noticing, and second of all, yeah, you're right, this isn't exactly an extreme makeover or anything, but we did add a few little tweaks and changes that I think make it feel a lot more like a properly finished room. I am now going to point them out obsessively to you, like a person forcing you to sit through their vacation slides in their garage in 1970.
For a start, do you see the bench at the end of the bed? It's this one from Overstock, and it makes it a lot easier to blowdry your hair and put your makeup on in the morning when you have somewhere to sit in front of the mirror (at least that's what Sean tells me, ba-dum-dum.)
Please ignore that handle on the dresser that's come a little loose and is now irritating the crap out of me. Hey, I didn't say EVERYTHING was an improvement.
You may have also noticed that we have an actual light-that-is-not-a-boob-light on the ceiling now, which I think we can all agree is much, much better.
This light used to hang in my hairdresser's salon and I had frequently admired it over the years while leaning my head back to have my hair washed, when there is sort of nothing else to look at but the ceiling light. When she told me a couple of months ago that she was selling the salon and moving on to pastures new, the first words out of my mouth were "oh, how exciting for you, congratulations!" and the second words were "hey, if you're selling that light, can I have first dibs?"
(Wait, is that the order I said those things in? God, I hope so.)
We also hung the huge vintage biology classroom chart I bought in Paris, and by "hung," I mean "stuck to the wall with thumbtacks" because I have yet to find a frame big enough or a framing place that doesn't cost an arm and a leg. It's a little more dormroom chic than I'd like when it's hung like this, I must admit—if only there were space next to it for that iconic poster of a shirtless man holding a baby, am I right?—but I'm sure I'll get around to framing it like an actual adult at some point in 2016.
Speaking of frames, here's my bedside table featuring the framed setlist I took from the Lemonheads concert I went to with my dad, which still remains the best concert I've ever been to, and not just because this setlist boasts the smudged footprint of Evan Dando on the back.
Oh, I see, you can iron your duvet cover but not your pillowcases, huh?
A year or two ago, I realized we were never watching the TV in the bedroom—correction: I was watching twenty minutes of the Today Show every morning while I got ready for work, mostly for the weather and the soothing tones of Meredith Viera, two things I think we can all agree aren't exactly indispensable, particularly now that everybody has the weather on their phones and Meredith isn't even on the show anymore—and so we got rid of the TV and hung my beloved 1940s-schoolboys-in-a-movie-theatre print there instead (which used to be in the kitchen, but was then moved when we hung the giant map. Also, the lamp in that second picture is now the one on the dresser below. It's like musical chairs up in here!)
And finally, along with a new duvet cover—I think it's a knockoff Restoration Hardware number, but I got it at Home Goods—we added a couple of new pillows to the bed, where I firmly believe there can never be too many pillows (a controversial opinion, I know, but I like to live on the edge. Which is what I will quite literally be doing if I add any more.) My sister Susie made these pillows for me a year or two ago and sent them to me as a thank you present for having her to stay. I love them wildly, and as a bonus, they always help us remember whose side of the bed is whose.
So there we go, that's our updated bedroom, which in two months' time will be ruined, I am sure, by the addition of a garishly-hued Pack n'Play and three hundred spit-up stains, but which I am continuing to enjoy as a calm and pleasant sanctuary until then. First, though, I'm going to fix the handle on that dresser.