That "Scary" Room

Ever since I've moved to the "The Homestead", I've used my spare bedroom as a "catch all" room because I was too lazy busy and overwelmed with it all to throw it away figure out where and what to do with the junk stuff. To hide my shame, I always kept the door shut. You know the saying, "Out of sight, out of mind." LOL - Hey, it worked for me! Well, at least it did until I had to go in "there".

Let me give you the grand tour into the world of my overwhelming mess. Here's a peek into THAT room:

As we venture fully into the vast wilderness of junk (ahem) stuff and look around, we realize just HOW MUCH is in this tiny little room!

First, I'd like to direct your attention to the King of the Jungle, Simba, sitting high upon mountains of photo albums. Simba really does roar! In the valley to your right is a $15 wood desk I refinished, added a glass top, and found a chair to match (more on the chair later).

Off to our left is a dresser mirror that's extremely tall for MY bedroom. What better place than to assume residence in "that scary room"?? Standing guard in front, are two hefty tubs full of my parents' family photos (Yes, Mom *I* have them. Dad says I can have them store them. Did I just say that???). For a bit more protection, there's the desk chair that belongs on the OTHER side of the room where the desk settled. Oh, and let's not forget the anaconda at your feet as you enter the room, better known as a futon mattress folded in half (seen in the first pic).

Gazing farther to the south, you can see boxes of more junk "important stuff" that were never unpacked. Call it lack of time. Call it "save for rainy day". No, let's just call it what it is... Just didn't feel like unpacking them. (LOL) If you're really quiet and look carefully, you'll spy what is a small portion of a computer desk covered in a myriad of... you guessed it... more stuff! Beneath the stack of pillows (WHO really needs that many spare pillows, anyway?), are two large tubs of framed photos and cross stitch that have yet to be put on walls. *sigh* Someday....

Lastly, I'd like to turn your attention to your right. Sorry about the cockeyed photo.... results of trying to lean backwards while standing in the corner of that last pic. Anywho, back to the tour. My parents bought me that dresser when they moved into THEIR first home (I was 10!). It's nothing special, but it's been dragged from place-to-place since I moved away from home. On top of it is a small portion of my stash. Notice the mattress standing proud and tall? It does have a frame... somewhere... I *do* know where it's at (I think -just kidding-). It's in the basement. Powers to be figured there was no use and relocating MORE furniture into this room. Between the mattress and dresser is the door to the closet. Can you see it there?? It's packed full, too. No surprise there, eh?

After two months of dating, JT was finally allowed to see the "scary" room. Despite what he said: "Oh, it's not that bad, babe." (Uh huh.) Thanks for being such a sweetheart.

This concludes your tour of That Scary Room. Stay tuned for a future installment...