• DIY: A Happy Home On A Budget

    Every now and again, things really, really catch my eye. I may feel like my house is complete, or I can’t justify spending money on a switcheroo, but I look and browse and love it all none the less. I’ve filed a billion “omg-I-love-that” ideas away in my head. But, anyone who even remotely knows me knows that this girl has got the world’s WORST memory. Maybe if I could remember all those ideas… ahhh… I wonder what my house would look like now?!?

    All that to say… there are at least two ideas I’ve managed to remember. I guess I loved them that much. It really is the eighth wonder of the world for me to remember anything for 3+ years, especially a decorating idea of all things. No, really. It is. So, creator of Pinterest… I love you. Thank you for being my virtual memory when I come across the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen that would look PERFECT in my house. How about that sweet, precious moment with my daughter that made my heart swell and ache because it was so full with love and adoration that I swore I’d always remember? Can someone come up with a virtual memory to store those things, please? Pretty, pretty please? (Curse my memory. Sigh.)

    yellow bedANYWAY… whew… this post is getting longer by the second. (That’s another thing that if you even remotely know me, you know girl can’t help but ramble.) Ok, ok. Back to it. So, I came across this bed that just stuck out to me for some reason many years ago. I loved it. It was metal. It was yellow. Bright yellow. It was so happy. But, at the time, I had no metal bed and no where to use one. So I just admired it and coveted it and fell in love with it.

    Then, a few months later, I saw this other adorable little idea. It was a sweet little project that seemed inexpensive and totally customizable to my style. It was one of those really clever ideas that I absolutely should have thought of on my own. Just obvious, you know? hoopsAnd, best part… it hung on the wall and took up lots of space. I struggle with filling wall space. I guess because I don’t want it to look cluttered, but I also don’t want it to look sparse. And, I don’t prefer cheezy wall art or other typical things that people hang on the walls. So, it takes an inordinate amount of time for me to get things up and hanging.

    Because I perpetually have bare walls, it didn’t take me long to get to the store and get those embroidery hoops and fabric. I put it all together, threw it up on the wall and FELL IN LOVE. Yay! And, then, three months later, I moved after my divorce. And, I was a transient. (Not literally, but I felt that way.) So, myself and my embroidery hoops were homeless. And, now, two years later, I have a house worth decorating again. A home. :) As soon as the paint in my daughters’ room dried, up went the hoops. We rekindled that romance… me & the hoops. I was content with their room. It felt good. It felt complete. Enough.

    Enter: Kerry Kersh. That woman knows every place in town to find a fantastic bargain. So, I mentioned that I was potentially looking for an old metal full sized bed for the girls’ room. She didn’t have to say, “okay… I’ll keep my eyes peeled” (I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t say that exact phrase anyway, though I totally would). She didn’t even have to take a single second to think about whether or not she’d seen one. She IMMEDIATELY told me where I could get one and the cost… which she’d already negotiated. LOVE. (I’m the world’s WORST negotiator, so thank you Kerry!)

    SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAAnd, now the bed is mine. And, now it’s also yellow. Bright yellow. It’s happy. :) And, it sits just under my hoops. And, the bed and the hoops have fallen in love… at first sight. They compliment each other so perfectly. The bed is the ying to the hoops’ yang. And, I’ve been inched out of the love triangle. I’m okay with that, though. I just admire them as a couple. Who am I kidding anyway? I’ve got my own love. He snuggles me at night… those hoops never did.

    So, from two ideas safely (for once) filed away in my defective filing cabinet of a brain, comes this space that I’m loving at the moment. It is a happy little room for my happy little giggly girls.

    About Amy Coffey

    Amy is a Texas based 30-something living the life in Comanche, Texas: population 4,259. Who says you have to live in the big city to live your dreams? Her soul’s hankerin’ to create has nurtured her love of writing, photography, design, daydreaming, and, oh, a billion other creative outlets that have caught her fancy at one time or another. Amy's crafty, clever, and conversational writing style is riddled with her quirky internal dialogue, not to mention raw emotion, introspection, and depth.
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