My Bed, The Hotel Room...

My husband and I recently found a dresser. We love our dresser. We have a wrought iron bed and side tables and were not quite sure what type of heavy duty dresser would look alright with it seeing as how we were unable to have a wrought iron dresser because of the whole "it had to hold things" idea. Driving around one day we stopped at our favorite little furniture store halfway to Athens. Much to our delight and dismay it was going out of bussiness. They had the most awesome furniture EVER! Very modern and VERY expensive. So, of course, we could never afford anything in the store. Because the store was going out of business we WERE able to afford the items. We're talking 5 or 6 piece bedroom suites for 800$. Had Hubby and I had a storage facility we would have put the entire store on our credit card and paid on it for eternity. Thank god we don't have ANY storage room!

We did, however, find a dresser. It was light wood, which I would have never thought to put with our dark black wrought iron, but it looks excellent. The dresser was 6 drawers with a 3ft mirror and wrought iron handles. Beautiful. AND......200$. We bought it. We didn't think, we bought.

We should have thought a little.

It was huge.

HUGE!

Our bedroom....small.

REALLY small.

So, hubby and I and two friends help us get this big ass dresser in our tiny bedroom and we discover that not only are we going to have to move the bed, but the bed, the end tables, the chest of drawers, the tv, the fan, and a wrought iron dvd rack.

Like I said, small, and already it was packed with stuff.

So we moved around, and around, and around.

We put the dresser against the wall, the bed under the window, the tables and either side of the bed, the chest of drawers behind the door, with the tv on top (so you couldn't see it from the outside because I hate the way tv's look in a bedroom, I know, I'm weird, whatever.) and we finished.

It looked great.

A little too good.

Ever since we moved everything around Hubby and I can't sleep.

We feel like we're in a hotel. (A hotel with crappy sheets, but a hotel all the same.)

And honestly, It looks like a hotel room. I don't know why.

It's clean, it's neat, and almost dare I say, sterile.

So, that's where we stand, or sleep.
(I know, I know...another meaningless blog entry. I try.)