Nick and I switched sides of the bed.
These are the things that must be settled in the early years of marriage. We both prefer the left side, but I let him have it for the last few years. Now it’s mine and I love it. Maybe we’ll just take turns with our favorite side for the rest of our lives.
The downside to this is that I was stuck with his nightstand, and it was kinda lame. I’d had my old side of the bed tricked out so that everything I needed for sleeping comfort was within easy reach. Not so over here.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was feeling a little down on my thrifting luck after the whole estate sale chair fiasco. That is, until I snagged this lovely little side table for only $35 from craigslist. Hello, new nightstand.
Isn’t she delightful? Such feminine curves! And even though she’s scratched up a bit I can’t imagine painting over such pretty wood. I’ll just chalk the scratches up to character. Plus it’s always nice to be able to take a chill pill when Pistachio starts giving my furniture her special claw massage.
So what’s all that up top, you might ask?
Mostly pretty and completely not functional things that make me happy. But inside the box it’s a function festival:
My cell charger (you like how I cut a notch in the back and ran an extension cord into it?), chalk for my message board, some linen spray, a thermometer, a random piece of a lamp, and my sleep mask. I know you’re wondering about the sleep mask. There’s a streetlight in the alley behind our house and it was driving me absolutely bonkers, so I ordered this baby from Amazon a few weeks ago. It’s a life changer, I tell you. I’m sleeping like a baby every night. And I look kind of adorable in it. The outside is zebra, but I thought that made it look a little too much like a sex toy so I flipped it over for the picture. Under the bed I’ve got a basket with some books, lip balm, etc., but I forgot to photograph it.
Do you find yourself wishing at this moment that I had stepped back to take a wider shot of my new nightstand in the context of the rest of my bedroom? I haven’t made my bed in two weeks and there are dirty clothes everywhere, so maybe if I had you’d be wishing I hadn’t. I’m all about keeping it real but I’m oddly private about my laundry.