Showing posts with label impressions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impressions. Show all posts

Thursday, May 19, 2011






Right now there are three men in my bedroom. I don't even know their names. They are all big, strong, and black. Their truck is in my driveway and I'm sure the neighbors are talking.

All this for the new bed.

I've been browsing design sites for ideas. Sme things I don't want to mess with- like the whole right side of the room - that's for dressers and exercise and sports memorabilia. But, on Saturday, I'm going shopping at HomeGoods with the gal pals to buy linens and lamps and curtains and accessories.  I went to the Home Goods Blog where I got a lot of great ideas, and found a new blogger and facebook friend who is all about the DIY and budget decor. Love it.


Nothing tells the world more about you, the the way you style your private sanctuary. Let's take a look at some bedroom styles.

Here's Demi Moore's bedroom. Well, one of them anyway. I'd call this modern, sleek, and very, very bright!



some regular, non celebrity folks post their decor on this site:
RATE MY SPACE: share your ideas (20, 200 bedrooms to peek in on)

 I really like this guy's bedroom.

So, now I am getting antsy to shop. I hope I won't have to toss a coin to win the lamp of my dreams, or beat up any ladies for that *last* king-sized bedspread. heh heh. 

 You can update your look too- and for less. HomeGoods and BlogHer will be giving away gift cards. See the rules here.

 And soon, so am I.
Go online and locate the nearest HomeGoods store near you, then stay tuned for your chance to win a $100 gift card - a prize that will have you dancing in the aisle and turning up your inner decorator! 

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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

What do you do on rainy days? Be honest.

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We all have a glorified way of recounting our days... and the there's the truth.

We all know that man who says, he got up early and went for a run. What he left out is that he came home, ate three bowls of sugary cereal then cried in the shower because he has no one to run with, no one to come home to cuddle with on the couch.

The rain, may make some people contemplative,  like poets and writers-- we hope-- while others transform into angry driving fools, speeding down slippery streets late for nothing special.

It was too early to call and ask friends, so I looked at Yahoo answers, as if the mighty Internet might once again enlighten me.
 Here is what those folks said.

 Looks like there's  still at least a few honest people in the world.
(Sharon, Mr. Green Jeans and Fabian)

 And because it's a rainy Tuesday in my part of the world, and any one of you might feel like crying,
I'll give you this: