A Place of One's Own

I've been spending a bunch of my evenings crocheting with Wendy. I haven't crocheted in a while and I really enjoy it.

So we set up a little place for me on her desk, so we could watch Netflix and crochet. It's been pretty nice. But we crochet pretty late into the night sometimes, and I didn't want to drive all the way back to my house in the middle of the night (her dogs chase my Jeep, for one thing, and it's a long drive to the living room where my house is, even when you're not being chased by dogs).

So we moved a little day bed on her nightstand, so I wouldn't have to drive all the way home, but wouldn't have to sleep in my La-Z-Boy either (it gets a little hard on the back after a couple nights.)

It's pretty nice except...

... it's right next to the alarm clock, which goes off at 6:15 a.m. and is loud.

Really, REALLY loud.

So, the other day, when I was at Norm's I saw this little wall hanging room box thingy, and realized it was the perfect solution.

They're not very expensive, so I brought home one of the blank ones to decorate myself.

And we've got tons of scrap wallpaper and stuff left over from other projects, so we might be able to do this on the cheap, but still make it nice.

Picking out just the right wall paper for each room is hard. But I think I have it all figured out.

I'll let you know how it comes along! Wish us luck!

I love my day bed, but I HATE that alarm clock.

- Miri