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Friday, February 13, 2009

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Luxury Sweet

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Happy Valentine's! We celebrated ours two weekends ago, with a night at a downtown hotel. We let the kids swim in the pool and gave them a bath in the jacuzzi before dropping them home to spend the night with a friend, who also gave us the keys to her snazzy convertible. If you don't have a friend like that, may I suggest, unreservedly, that you find one, and never let her go.

It was our first overnight without kids since our trip to Ireland two years ago. It was fun to pretend we were of the jet-set, and not, as George Jones and Tammy Wynette sang, the old Chevro-let set.

This time last year, we were getting our old house ready to sell. One of the many "someday" projects at that address was the master bedroom. It was enormous, with a balcony, a fireplace and a ton of potential, but we never even got around to painting it. Like so much of that space, it felt incomplete, like a sentence that trails off. It was a room without conviction.

Last month, we finally finished moving in, only eight months after changing our address. Everything we hadn't unpacked or found a place for had gravitated to our bedroom as we organized and decorated the rest of the house. It was clutter's last stand.

I evicted what was unloved and unneeded, and put the finishing decorative touches on the room.

"For the first time," I told Patrick, "I have a bedroom I love better than a nice hotel room." He thought it was funny, but I was serious. For the first time in our life together, we have a bedroom that is a real retreat.

A jacuzzi is swell, of course, as is room service. And after zooming around Sunday morning in our borrowed coach, our five-year-old minivan never felt (and smelled) more like a pumpkin.

But coming home to this?

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Makes me feel like I get to keep both glass slippers.

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10 Comments:

Blogger Neil said...

So nice and clean. Admit it, you cleaned up for us, didn't you?

Is there a story behind the piled luggage?

5:05 PM  
Blogger Shelley said...

See, this is exactly what I'm trying to explain about living the vida loca down here. We're about to move into a "castle" that's bigger than anything we've ever lived in but, the kicker...it's borrowed. I saw the pic of your room and was immediately envious of your "home". Heartfelt congrats - it's beautiful!!

5:13 PM  
Blogger Daisy said...

Clutter's last stand; I hear you! I wish i didn't understand quite so well.
Your master "suite" looks wonderful!

6:05 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Ack! I moved (AGAIN!) six weeks ago and everything that hasn't found a home is, indeed, in my bedroom. Someday it might become a retreat although the odds are not good. Lucky you!

6:41 PM  
Blogger Kyran said...

Neil, the luggage is an antique set Patrick gave me years ago. I keep family memorabilia in them.

10:25 PM  
Blogger Aimee @ Smiling Mama said...

So lovely! After living in our house for 3 years and painting/decorating every single other room, we finally got around to our bedroom this summer and I adore it. I understand exactly what you mean.

7:51 AM  
Blogger How to Party with an Infant said...

I'm extremely jealous--I'm about to embark on some cleaning right now. Nothing like a clean space!

12:04 PM  
Blogger Jerri Ann said...

We started remodeling our family room and master bathroom last October. We quit and "cleaned up" in December so it wouldn't be all over the place during the holidays.

Well, guess what...we haven't started back yet...argh..driving me insane!!!

1:49 PM  
Blogger Joanna said...

What a beautiful bedroom, I hope we have a beautiful room like that one day!

7:55 AM  
Blogger suzanneelizabeths.com said...

I can see why you love coming home...that wonderful color on the walls makes it look like a soothing retreat.

8:27 PM  

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