I'm Addicted..

Is it possible to be addicted to your home? ...Or at least, your dream home? Because I'm not particularly in love with my apartment. It is small, half decorated, and not my own. But not having a house certainly isn't stopping me from dreaming and planning about my future home.

And as such I must confess that I am completely addicted to home renovation projects of all shapes, sizes, and budgets. I love finding new home blogs, renovation shows, and (I'll admit it) home magazines. ...Should a 24 year old be obsessed with these things?

Either way, it is not something about me that I want to change anytime soon - I am having too much fun! My husband might have something else to say about it.. but then again I guess I'd change his Magic card nerdom ..so we are equal.

Anyways, people who are addicted to things usually don't come to this understanding until something monumental occurs in their life to shake them to reality. My awaking? An ugly oak hutch.

Up until now the majority of my home-consumed interests have consisted of me and planning (and trust me, I do have some serious talent in that department). But today, for some odd reason, I decided that I needed to search furniture of Kijiji to find a project. And that is when I found it. The ugly hutch I just had to have. And I did have it.. before my husband could say otherwise. And I am picking it up tomorrow.



Now that I have included a photo, I feel I must defend my taste! First off, it is $50. Secondly, it is going to be painted white... or black... but probably white. If this will work or not, I'm not really sure - but for $50, I am willing to find out!

I feel like my addiction just took a nose-dive..

Here We Go

So.. I've done it. I'm a genuine blogging mommy. Now, I feel like we can't start this relationship off as a lie.. and as such I feel I must tell you that I broke down and started this blog because I am lazy. Does that make sense?

Well, first things first: The truth is that I know I should be keeping a journal. And trust me, I know that there are awesome reasons to do so. But my problem is that I am too lazy to sit there and write in a book. I mean, we are a right here, right now (minus online shopping shipping times, I suppose) society and as such I must say that I cannot sit and write in a book. I just can't.. I haven't got the patience. So blogging is really the best temporary fix I could conjure up. Does that make more sense?

Either way, let the online journal-ing begin...