Once upon a time, I took an entire hour to create a post. Only to lose it all with one random twitch of my finger on my laptop. Who knew. I’m exhausted and should be in bed. I will hate myself in the a.m. when one of the kids wakes and starts screaming bloody murder. I’m just too darn stubborn to quit.
This title sounds completely ridic. I know. But I wasn’t going to call it a Florida Room. A Florida Room is a place where the fried old lady from There’s Something About Mary sits and coats her dog repeatedly in hairspray. It deserves to be covered in palm leaves and kitschy hula girls. And back porch sounds too trite. So I settled on veranda. I also live in a bungalow, FYI. Bungalow no. 5. Because I live here and it sounds cool. HUMOR me.
I’ve been completely revamping our home for the past two months. Why, you might ask? Lots of reasons. For starters, when we first moved into this home, we only had one child. We now have three. Transitions happen. Organization and planning are eminent. And I will now stop boring you to tears.
It was circa 2008 when we did the back porch. It was fabulous, in theory. And those photos are unrealistically unscathed by the man eating pecan tree in our back yard, which houses a plethora of blood sucking tree frogs, cats, bats, owls, suicidal birds, and other various creatures who think it’s funny to lay egg sacks the size of my fist and poop in my hair whenever I venture into my back yard. We have a love hate relationship with Bertha the pecan tree. It would be idiotic to cut her down, so that’s obviously out of the question.
We also decided to finish this thing off, because someone forgot to remind us that we live in the tropics, and the idea of an outdoor room is cute and all, but I don’t like to feel my face melting off of my body at seven in the a.m. as my legs are simultaneously riddled with mosquitos. More square footage and value to our house? Yes, please.
So, we saved up some cash last fall, and decided to do a little research. We had a fabulous contractor, but it took me a while to get my act together, since I had furniture to refinish, curtains to sew, pillows to recover, and stripes to paint. Jamin was officially done with me after this little undertaking. I couldn’t have done it without him.
And here we are.
I think I have a new reading nook.
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