I really don't mean to be so braggadocious...
...but I'm very proud of that man I married.
You see, five years ago when we moved into the Love Shack, we lived in the nasty basement.
It was nasty, dirty, and I had a primed cinder block wall for a head board.
I shared a bedroom with a furnace, washer and dryer and my husbands archaic work computer(that hummed louder than any snoring I've ever heard)
We had a set of old windows.
There was no room for a head board.
Growing up, I had a head board.
To me, beds without them look just so........ unfinished.
At least, in my house.
(However, a few of you have prooved me wrong with well placed pillows in your own homes)
So, we had a customer approach D. about making a head-board for her daughter and son-in-law.
I was more than happy to oblige this customer by showing her a building plan
I had my eye on for some time.
Fortuanely, she loved it...
...and while he was building one...
....I talked him into building two.
One for us!
And the large money shot!
The hope chest was inherited from my grandmother.
The afghan was knit by my aunt who passed away about 10 years ago.
My uncle found two when cleaning out her storage area and called me to see if I wanted one.
Wasn't that awesome?!?!?
I love it.
Big shot with full ensemble:
Yes, I know the cross is off-center.
We moved the bed over to accommodate the treadmill:
And that ultra cute picture in the corner?
That's our kindergarten pictures!
Sorry, I just couldn't resist putting up a shot of my cute Strawberry Shortcake dress...
...and absolutely adorable husband as a boy.