The Pinnochio Room, as my husband described it while placing offers on the house and when we first moved in. Funny how a few weeks of living somewhere can change the feel of a place. Remember the anxious start of every school year, "This is my new classroom? Will I ever get used to this teacher, this desk, this hallway?" only for the end of the year to creep around the corner, the classroom almost feels like your second home (it's true- you know where everyone sits daily even if seats are unassigned, you know where the trashcans are, you know your teacher's outfits, you know the sounds of the eraser pushing to the blackboard and the humming of the overhead projector as it warms up), and you find yourself wondering where the time went? You're used to it. It was home (well,
sort of).
In college, as my dad and his back well know, I moved every year. Every. Single. Year. Always wondering, would the next apartment/dorm/rental feel like my own? And eventually, it always did. Hubs and I had been in the condo so long, we too wondered when the house would feel like our own. I think somewhere between moving box 80 to the garage and hanging the first picture, we knew where each other sat daily, the location of each trashcan, each other's outfits, and the sounds of the birds chirping and the hum of a lawnmower mowing- you get the idea. It's our home's end of the school year.
So, the "Pinnochio Room". Here it is the day we moved in:
You see the reference, it's a room of wood, and it's caused so much conversation, I don't know where to begin. It seems you either love it, or you hate it. I have tossled the question to paint/to keep for weeks. Luckily, I have Pinterest. (and you should, too by now; it's such a great resource). Pinterest inspiration of several
Pinnochio rooms:
(image from Pottery Barn)
(images from Pinterest)
Love them, all of them. And hubs does, too. Once we started piling in our own things, adding lighting, and bringing in colors through pillows, blankets and a big area rug, suddenly "Pinnochio Room" has become "Coma Room", because it sure is cozy...
This room is still a major work in progress, but it's getting there (soon it'll be a real boy! err... room)
And it feels great to say that
we're used to it. It's home.
