The Room

OK, that's it for the trip down e-mail memory lane. I thought it was time for a light-hearted posting, so I present to you:

"The Play Room"

The Play Room has had a number of different names in the 5 years that we have lived in this house. Over the years we have collected a number of different items that just caught our fancy. Once people caught on that we were "into this sort of thing", people also began giving us things that they spotted that made them "think of you two". Thusly, our collection has grown to the point where it now requires its own room. Unfortunately for guests of our home, this is also our guest bedroom. I suspect people must have some interesting dreams while sleeping in there. We know that the day will come when we outgrow having a whole room like this, and we will have to pack it all up to store but never dispose of. Please do not get any ideas and send us more things. We are already out of room and are both too sentimental (or pack-rattish) to part with a single thing.)

The majority of our small treasures are housed on this set of shelves. I will be featuring some of my favorites in upcoming posts. Of note here: the paint-by-number of Jesus painted by my grandmother, also featuring a car stick-on that says: "Got Jesus?"

Here's where our lucky house guests sleep (or not), watched over by our mannequin that we saved from the trash, minus her hands, in Brooklyn while visiting a friend. They must share the bed with "Suckie", our giant stuffed cat fish.

Here is the wall of magnets (we painted the whole thing with magnetic paint). The cow painting on the door we picked up at a yard sale for free. The woman couldn't believe anyone wanted it (her son painted it). The skull on the other door glows in the dark.

Needless to say, we need to keep the door to this room closed so Miss Corinne can't come in and have a field day in there. We also keep it closed so people who may not yet know this side of us don't wander in on their way to the bathroom. It's definitely the kind of thing that could be a bit of a put-off, ya know? And here I am, sharing it with all of you. Mostly because you either already know we're freaks cleverly disguised as parents/ professionals, or you'll just never meet me, anyway, so who cares.