The problem: I thought our bedside tables were naff. They just didn't fit with my aesthetic ideals, and thus constantly bugged me. Also, heavy and impractical to lift out of the way when trying to fit a bassinet into the space beside me. I'm not sure whether our new babe will sleep in bed with me(I promise I will try harder this time to be a good co-sleeper!), or beside us in the bassinet, but either way, the annoying bedside table would have to go. Poor unloved bedside tables.
yes, a lot of tissues building up! And empty paracetamol packets...
I purposely left the bed unmade, complete with cat, for the before photos, so that the after photos would look so much better! Akin to the strategy of showing a before photo of an unhappy overweight person with bad posture, and an after photo of a super-smiley tall, confident skinny person.The solution:
Nota Bene: that blue rug on the floor, which was about thirty bucks from Trade Aid a long time ago, is absolutely one of my Favourite Things. I wish it could go on my side of the bed, but then it would be hidden on the other side of the room, and no one would ever see it, which would be a crying shame. One day I want to hang it on the wall, but until then, there it shall sit.
Also on the table you can see a crystal-cut bowl that stores jewellery - I always forget to take off my jewellery before I come to bed, and so need a place to plop all that precious stuff when I lie down and get poked by giant earrings or whatever. I added a little cute-ugly kitsch clock that I got from the $2 shop a while ago - being able to know what the time is so handy, but of course I haven't gotten round to actually put a battery... but the thought is there!