The Pink Shoe Diaries

It's amazing how a little open space can haunt your dreams.

When Adam and I first moved into the new place, remember my big plans for the spare room? How I was going to make it into my dressing room and get a vanity and maybe a japanese screen and lounge in there with my hookah and dressing gown while my maid set hot rollers in my hair?

Well, the vanity part at least.

But what I didn't know is that when you move into a place with a spare room it does not stay a spare room but really it becomes the Room For All The Crap I Don't Know What To Do With. Boxes of I don't know what, Christmas decorations, old sports equipment, empty Rubbermaid containers, more boxes of I really don't know what.

I mean it has been epic.

And every weekend we both say "We are totally cleaning this out and bringing all the stuff we don't need to my parents' house" but what Adam didn't know at the time was that it is quite possible for me to say "I am totally going to do this" while simultaneously knowing I will never do it.

So I was very happy this weekend when Adam dissapeared into the bowls of the spare room for most of the day on Sunday, and emerged looking beaten down and weary...but leaving a room whose floor you could see most of in his wake. A floor I haven't seen since August 27.

It is sweet.

Also, it is ON.

What do we put in there? Now that it actually is (basically) an empty room...I still have dreams of a vanity (and I already HAVE a dressing gown! Two, in fact!), and I can take care of the maid who does my hair at a later date. I really want a Japanese screen



Adam is not quite conviced of my need for these things because he wants to put in an excercise bike, and maybe a little weight lifting station. However I contend that both those things could fit BEHIND the japanese screen, thus his crap neccesitates MY crap.

Isn't that what love is all about? Your crap neccesitating someone else's?

Moving on, we have the living room which is decidedly bigger than our old one. As such, we have a lovely big space along one side of the room which is crying out for one of two things.

The loveseat that completes our living room set


(bo-ring, although we do need more seating)

Or this piece of lovely



If there is one thing I would like to bring back from the 50s, it's COCKTAIL HOUR. You know, you come home from work, the little woman (or in my case man since Adam comes home about an hour before I do) swizzles you up a martini and you lounge in the living room, discussing your days.

I suppose I could do this now, without an actual bar in the living room, but isn't this way much more fun?

I know it is probably painfully evident that I have seen too many old movies and basically want to live in one. But what's wrong with that?



So I hope to have all this spare space issue squared away by early December in time for our annual semi-formal Christmas party. Isn't that what the Christmas season is all about? Sharing the bar in your living room with your friends? Sitting at a vanity with your huge glass bottles of French perfume and getting ready for a party?

That's what I thought.