Storage space is one of those phantom creatures that everyone wants but can never find or create enough of. It's a constant game of cat and mouse; organize one area just to acquire more shit in another, and forever chasing that pivotal moment when everything is unrealistically in order. With only one linen/coat closet combination for the whole house, I play this game often and try to be creative with every single nook and cranny I can get my stubby little hands on. Cue the underutilized laundry room as my next victim.
I have to make a confession. I HATED this house when my man first took me to go see it during our house hunting process. It was one of his favorites, and I was a total betch rushing through the floor plan trying to get to the next house on our list that had been recently renovated. His pick wasn't horrible, it had an open layout and a pretty cool bonus room, but I was wasn't totally convinced.
Being from far West Texas, I don't fit many of the style stereotypes associated with the folks who live in the East portion of my blue bonnet state. And although I've come to terms with the fact that a cute endearing accent will never be a part of who I am, there's one undoubtedly Texas trait I brought with me to sunny Arizona; BIG ASS jewelry. Turquoise, amber, coral, give me allllll the big earthy rocks, pah-lease!