A-Hem...

This is what started it.  This tree.  This tree that I saw, that I loved, that I wanted in my house.

These windows encouraged me. They said, "get the tree, we'll make it all worth it."

I had visions of these windows over the tree on my wall looking so fun.

These windows told me, "yes, get the tree, put it behind your bed, you won't regret it."

I complied.

I played with the windows behind the bed.  A faux headboard if you will.

I bought stuff to hang them up.

David helped.  We used modern technology to play around with where the windows should go.

Right over the tree?

To the sides?

Should some tree show through but most not?

Do we move the windows to the sides and not have them touch the tree at all?

We couldn't decide.

Then we got brilliant ideas out of desperation. 

Desperation is an ugly word.

This is what we decided would be a good idea in the middle of the night after a very long day.

It's cute, it's original... it's just not quite right.

It felt like a Barry White room at night.

Like we should have 4 poster pillars...

or pink tiaras.

It just wasn't us.  Perhaps we should tweak it.

Let's try this

Flowers make everything better don't they?

They'll save me from having purchased fabric frivolously.

A more elegant swoop?

And that's when I realized that I kind of hate it.

That sheer fabric shouldn't have been there in the first place.

That it was silly to even think about making a window/headboard out of a bedroom wall.

We are not children.

We are adults.

We need an adult room.

This is not an adult room.

This is almost embarrassing.

Or really all embarassing.

This needs to go away.

But we ran out of money.

And now we're stuck in a Barry White Princess bedroom.

At least there's no pink.... right.

It could be pink.

Sigh.

David's the best to put up with this, to encourage me when he was secretly rolling his eyes.  To humor me.  A saint that's who I married... a saint.