The Guest Room.

The Guest Room. Those wooden boxes I picked up outside of a
fruit market- for frizzle! There used to apples in those things.

Why do I feel obsessed with decorating our guest room? Let me clarify. By "our", I mean me and my three other roommates. By "guest room", I mean a 10x10 office space that we have crammed full of bedroom furniture.

Okay, back to the question. Why do I enjoy spending much of my free time thinking of cheap ways to make it feel cozy and comfy with coordinating (but not too matchy) colors?

During a recent career shift, my brother told me that we should be doing the job we would choose if we already had a billion dollars. He wants to be a personal trainer. I, for one, would rather exercise stay an elective activity. On the other hand, my eyes light up anytime I am surrounded by patterns, colors, textures, and all things with "potential" beauty.

Though a career shift may be in store in the future, I doubt it will include sewing and crafts. But I'll settle for making this passion of mine a committed hobby.

For now, my tight budget usually permits me to parooze anthropology and designer fabric stores with wide eyes and empty hands. I've always thought this was rather unfortunate because there will probably never be a day that I can afford those kinds of fabrics or at least justify buying them. Alas! There is good news.

With an open mind, I dropped by the neighborhood Goodwill today and JACKPOT. I was delighted to discover that my eyes were still wide but hands not so empty. I can definitely roll with the $1.99 price points. Not to mention, everything in there is counting on its "potential beauty" for future up-cycling. It was kind of like a mini paradise for me. Plus, I really like the people in there.

When I left, my mind was filled with images I have seen on Pinterest and projects that maybe now I can accomplish. My hands were busy carrying a big bag of fabric (cloth napkins, curtains, and silk scarves). Right now, everything is in the washing machine (a good idea, in my opinion).

Here are some pics of my tools and creative space to work with: 

A Christmas Gift in High School.
Thanks, mom!

Don't know why this one is upside
down.The desk is from my
great grandmother's house!

Goodwill Goldies!

Hopefully, I can get started on a pillow case I've been dreaming of. If not today, then eventually! I am no seamstress or designer for that matter. Guess I'll just fake this one.