It really changes the look of the room. It also changed how much time we spend in this room. Having a toddler means we log a lot of time on the floor. Playing Little People, making 'soup', or playing with T's current obsession: Nutcrackers. So we always gravitate towards her room since it was the only room in the house with a rug. Not anymore. This rug is not only bigger than hers, but way more soft and plush. It's also helpful that I can work on the computer and she can be behind me playing away.
When the rug arrived I was pleasantly surprised by the texture. The actual moroccan design is slightly raised from the rest of the rug and has a different weave pattern:
Here's another shot of the room looking mighty complete! Only a few more tweaks (well maybe more than a few) and we can call this room done.
Here's a close up of a lamp we scored at an estate sale for a couple bucks:
I'm loving how all the yellow ties into each other:
And here's Porter lookin all handsome. I'm actually really proud of the dog he had grown up to be. I say this because for awhile, it was tough. Really tough. Really, really tough. And it was mostly my fault. He never was bad (except for a couple chewing incidents) but the shedding took a lot to get used to. But he is really settling down and I am learning to look pass the mess and love him for the part of the family he is. Plus he is so fantastic with T. Those two are best friends.
|Watching T. Making sure everyone is okay. The duties of a German Shepherd.|
I also need to note that we are going to cut down our Christmas tree this weekend. I am so freaking excited! We have a pretty limited size we can get since our living room is awkward when it comes to tree placement, but I'm convinced this year picking out a tree won't end up with me in tears or completely pissed off. Lets just say, there is a running 'joke' in my family about me and Christmas trees. Like one year I completely cried and lost it and last year, B and I bickered the entire time about a tree. Well, I would like to say B was involved, but to be honest, it was me being really pissy because I can never find the perfect tree. I have no idea why I get so worked up about a tree. I keep telling myself this year will be different. It has to be, or B will never go tree shopping with me again.