Over the weekend Mr. Mister told me that he wants to kick me out of the office in our house. He "needs more room to spread out" he says. And let's be honest, he really didn't want me there to begin with, but mama's gotta have her cute desk somewhere, so.... the office seemed like a logical place in our new house.
Although I am a purger by nature, I have accumulated a RIDICULOUS amount of craft supplies over my time as a maker. And that "stuff" has to go somewhere, so when we moved in here, it got dispersed to nooks and crannies where it fit. Which means I've got crap in the office, guest room, and master bedroom. No bueno.
So on Sunday, the Mister gave me marching orders to head to Ikea (alone! gasp!) and get a desk/table/whatevertheheckIwant to set up my "office space" in the guest room. Have fun he said.
Has this EVER happened to you? It's a rarity around here. So I did the logical thing: I ran around like a crazy woman, threw on a hat, grabbed my toothbrush and jammies, and RAN out the door (before he could change his mind, of course, and because who knows when Ikea closes. I was coming from Oklahoma, you know.)
Now I'll spare you the details of my hours-long trip to mecca and tell you that I was working on the fly. I was using many numbers in my head for measurements. And I was trying my darndest to keep it all straight. And yet.... when you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
I came home with this awesome, long tabletop, and two trellis legs. Hmmmmm. Anything sound off here to you? It didn't to my mind that was swimming with all the possibilities. Apparently when you buy a "build your own desk" deal at Ikea, you need to LOOK AT THE TABLETOP before leaving to see HOW MANY LEGS IT NEEDS. Turns out, this looooooong top needed an extra support in the middle. Snap.
And yet, this Macguyver managed to assemble the table without needing that extra leg. But not before she ordered one online and tried to cancel it minutes later, only to be told by Ikea that they couldn't cancel it twelve hours later. Whose fault is that?? Check your email sooner, Ikea.
Anyway, I digress. So now there's a bonafide office space being erected in my guest room and last night I had a cussy moment. You know, I have a problem with that. So, I had been inspired by youknowwho to make a pegboard to go above my new office space. And of course, I jumped in my car and ran over to Lowes (which is because they are the closest store to my house). I went inside and had a precious time dreaming about cross stitching my new peg board. Let me share some inspiration here with you. These are all from Pinterest. Who I hate, by the way, but she's a necessary evil in the inspiration business.
WHA?? Paint a cross stitch? I was just planning to hang some crap on my wall. Now you're speaking my language!
Is this for real?? A cross stitched RUG on a PEGBOARD?? GET IN MY HOUSE!
And this, folks, was the original inspiration. But when I went searching I found so much more than I imagined possible. I'm leaning now between simple and roses.
So anywho... Last night I check out at Lowes with my new 4x4 pegboard and went out to my car. That mother scratcher wouldn't fit into my stupid little car. (This is one of those time that I actually miss my minivan.) I sat there, on the edge of my back bumper for a solid 15 minutes, watching the sun set in the freaking Lowes parking lot, silently cussing. I called Mister for some practical help (like should I go inside and buy a saw and cut up that board right here in the %@^*& parking lot?) because of course, once I was inspired, Lowes was unprepared for me. Their saw was out of order. No cutting on their end.
Alas, I had to return that stupid board and go home empty handed. Well, technically not. I kept all the gadgets I bought to put on the pegboard that I WILL OWN VERY SOON, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD.
Stay tuned. Office reno is coming soon......