Dominatrix

No, I’m not talking about that 50 Shades of Drivel that seems to be spreading faster than a faux pandemic — like the bird flu or Y2K. I’m talking about my nascent need to add some cray cray custom upholstered masterpiece to my life. Something that will hold the viewer in thrall and command the scene. In fact, I’m pretty convinced that every room needs a little dominating.

Evidence:

 Apparently it has to be a large, insanely expensive item.

I am poor middle class and I can’t sew (a button, maybe?), therefore common sense dictates that I should tackle my wee little chairs first.

Baby steps. Baby dominatrix. That’s kind of skeevy.

Weather is being very uncooperative (rain in Austin? in summer???!), but I promise Ike’s room reveal will be up as soon as I can shoot it.

Honestly it’s good that I can’t do it today because I got about four hours of sleep last night worrying about the cleaning lady coming tomorrow… if I weren’t pregnant I’m pretty sure someone would prescribe horse tranquilizers for my anxiety.

Nesting ain’t no joke, y’all.

 [Pinterest sources for pics hereish, because it’s summer and I’m lazy]