And Then The Wait Is Over

I am a firm believer that good things come to those who wait. I know this drives some people in my life crazy and many question what is wrong with me at times. For instance my mother-in-law does not understand why I do not have curtains in most of my house. This to her is boarding on a mortal sin at times.

A few weeks ago she was at the house and was trying once again to convince me that I needed some by saying that we couldn't have a babysitter out for the girls because she would feel unsafe with out curtains. My thought is that we can't have anyone young and skittish out to watch the girls because the shear size and creakiness of the house is more terrifying than the lack of proper window treatment. Now I shouldn't complain because my mother-in-law is a good person who just wants me to be happy (and decent), and she always offers to just by the curtains I want or just something temporary herself. But I just know myself, and that anything that wasn't perfect would just drive me nuts and eventually I would just take them down to "clean" them and never put them up again. So why waste the money is my position.



Now the wait isn't over for curtains, that's just a example for you all. I'm still shopping there, but I have now found the bedside tables for the master bedroom. TaDa!

It's the Taylor Vintage Steel Bedside Table new at the Pottery Barn. If you remember the bed saga of a few years ago we purchased a metal bed (note I still haven't found that perfect piece for over the bed too). Now for some reason I just don't like the looks of wooden bedside tables next to it. But I hadn't found anything in any sort of other material that I liked either. Glass was too fancy and hard to maintain. Wicker too casual (plus Tim has a strange fear/loathing of wicker that I will never understand, but won't challenge). Plastic too modern. So on and so forth. I had kind of relegated myself to the fact that I would just have to go wood and that I would find something painted black. But it seemed like anything I did see was distressed and I'm not a fan of fake distressed. I like my distress real.

Then the other day at the kitchen table I laid my eyes upon this beauty. It's perfect in every way. The black finish and little brass knob will match the bed perfectly. The little side rails will be so handy in preventing the girls from knocking everything off (both bedside lamps need to go in for repair). The drawer is perfect for Tim's insulin and needle which he needs to have close to remember, but also needs to be out of sight of the girls. And the shelves at the bottom are perfect for all the books that tend to accumulate on my side. Yes, it is a little pricey. But the one lesson we've seemed to learn over and over again with this project is you get what you pay for. So anymore I kind of want my pieces to be more expensive because that way I know there's lesser chance that I'll be disappointed in the quality of the piece once it arrives on my step.