Dear over-looked, under-appreciated, almost forgotten little room under the stairs,
I told you so.
I told you 2013 was going to be your year.
And I have to tell you…..you look amazing.
Remember where you started.
Remember the Monopoly game and the Christmas wreaths and the play dough and the 1000 + puzzle pieces and the potholder kits.
I know….you don’t even have to say it….I totally felt your pain.
It was rough.
Bless your heart.
But look at you now.
Crisp and clean and organized and white and full of joy and so…..so incredibly beautiful.
I’m not surprised.
You see….I always knew. I knew that underneath the wooden paneling and scraped, faded floor boards and dark, dreary exterior……
……beat the heart of a rock star.
I mean…..seriously….you go girl. You left that old, faded Gap sweatshirt on the dressing room floor.
You got your hair cut and highlighted and deep conditioned with fancy hair care treatments made from seaweed extract and emu oil.
And finished it off with some amazing smoky eye make-up…..
…..and a whole new outlook on life.
I love it all.
I adore the built-in filing cabinets tucked back under the stairs.
And the black and white damask file folders.
And the gray striped white table top.
And the chevron rug that makes my heart beat faster every time I see it.
Who could resist those tiny stacked paperweights.
And the curved bulletin board with numbered push-pins.
And the picture wall filled with little bits of framed joy…
….poems and inspiring thoughts and famous quotes by six-year-olds and laughing, giggling faces that make my heart smile.
It’s one of my favorite make-overs……ever…..in the history of ever.
I still can’t believe it’s you.
And I just wanted you to know….I am totally nominating you for homecoming queen.
I think you’ve got it in the bag.
…..I think the chevron rug has it’s own fan club.
PS Look what just came out in Country Living……and I truly wanted to say thank you to each and every one of you.
Yes…..you….with the coffee mug or the hot tea or the diet coke.
Thank you for the votes and the laughs and the smiles and the encouragement.
And the joy.
My under-the-stairs-room and I adore you.