Waaaaay back in the day, N and I started working on what we referred to as the sweatshop. I got a desk, a chair, a mirror and a dresser. I built a bed. (which I now realize I never posted about) my mother provided a free dresser. I printed art from Oohmoon.com for free and framed it in cheap Target frames. The cradle my Uncle Johnny made me as a little girl was in there, along with a hand-crocheted afghan from N's grandma. It was all coming together, we had everything we needed.
And then it sat there. Seriously, this room has been done for AGES, all I needed to do was photograph it. But things kept coming up, I kept putting it off. So today, in a fit of nesting, I cleaned it up and took me some photos.
There is one thing missing in this room, did you spot it? Yes? No? A rug. I do actually have a rug for this room, a nice, big, plush, white shag rug from IKEA. I bought it, layed it down, loved it, and then we fostered a dog. A dog with anxiety issues. A dog who really, really liked to pee on the pristine, white, rug. So the white rug is in the garage, someday I will evaluate the ability to clean it, but for now, the lovely hardwood floors offer a nice contrast to the white furniture. I'll put a rug in there, should we have guests to keep their toeses warm, I promise.