Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Retro-dating my bedroom (and Tickles)

Somewhere between shabby-chic (I hate that word) and 1940's Hollywood... that's what I want in my bedroom.

Of course, what I really want is to be a vamp from the 1940's. Lately, the closest I am getting is looking like some kind of vampire born in the 1940's.

So today I started some small prescriptives to my itsy-bitsy (smallest room in the house) master suite bedroom that I share with my master sweet husband who doesn't care in the least (or notice unless I point out) what I do.

I started by hanging my chic new 1950's chandelier ball and I did it all by myself and didn't get electrocuted even once. I had watched my sons-in-law Matt and Josh change lights for me and figured since they could do it, so could I. I took five or six pictures and all of them are blurry... must be too much caffeine - couldn't hold still. But, as you can kind of tell, it's a charmer.

Next, I am finally putting up the curtains I've had for several weeks. I had to rehang the rods and though I had believed it would kill me to do so, it turned out to be no big whoop. Because I have constant migraines, I have black mini-blinds from the 1980's still hanging behind them and I also have heavy gold drapes to pull over them... but Doris and Rock would have liked them, I hope.

My bed is a metal four-poster canopy in gold and I have shiny gold (tacky but I love it) bedding that I picked up on sale. I don't know how it will do long-term with the dogs, but it was just so soooo.


* * * * * OH! I JUST SAW TICKLES OUT THE WINDOW RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD AFTER A BABY RABBIT AND HE CAUGHT IT AND DRAGGED IT AWAY! THAT'S TWO IN TWO DAYS! I'M GOING TO DIE! JUST DIE!!! How can anything as beautiful as Tickles also be so deadly!!! * * * * * golds, greens, reds and pinks to use with it. I'm going to fold the comforter at the foot of the bed for my fat wiener dog Lucy to lay on when she is in one of her moods.

Next, I have to paint (icky) the room because now it is a ghastly purple that I loved five years ago but hate now. I think I'm going to paint it a sage green but...

* * * * * OH NO! HERE COMES TICKLES WITH THAT BUNNY ONTO THE PORCH! NO NO NO!... and there he goes. Oh but my heart is beating too fast! Poor little bunny!!! * * * * *

...if it looks...


...I'm sorry. I'm Tickled out. I've got to go see about the bunny.


Sierra said...

Hi Aunt Donna! I like your new decorations! They're cool...which makes me want to come over and see them...I'm the only baby in Rolla and I'm barely working, so we should hang out sometime! I love your blog and your Etsy shop! The rings are cool!!! :)

Linda Radford said...

How and where do you muster up so much energy to dream up these delectable things? Since I'm older and wiser, of course, I'll allow you to continue these frilly pursuits. I am coming down there right about now to look at that bedspread before that dog get's on it and to save that wittle bunny.

Donna Roberts said...

You two crack me up! YES! I want to see the baby Sierra! And YES! I want you to come down here and save that wittle bunny (I was too late). My frilly pursuits are about to come to a screeching halt, however, because at some point I'm going to have to clean this house. I'd rather die, but someone's got to do it, and as Sierra said, she's the only baby here!!!

Anonymous said...

Ha ha. Tickles was catching you a gift. How thoughtful of him. You need to hug and kiss him for me and for goodness sakes BRUSH HIM OUT!!

Donna Roberts said...

As you know, baby Alicia, now that we have the beautiful Princess Shoobydoo, Tickles is brushing himself out... a woman always makes a difference to a handsome man - even if that man is a cat!