My Dream Come True....

So, awhile back I made a whiney post about my dream of having a craft room.  I went back and reread it and was disgusted with how whiney it sounded.  That was all the motivation I needed to get the room done.  It's done.  My Craft Room.....here are the pics:

This is not the greatest pic, but here it is before.

A PEEK into the NEW ROOM!!  New Paint-New carpet.....

Closer in....My lamps are new and I scored them for $4.00 a piece with the shade on clearance!!!  The curtain is from Overstock.  The table in front of the window was another trash find from years ago!  I put my Cricut and the Jukebox on top!  Good storage on the bottom!

Both pieces found on the side of the road!  Bookcase was scored last week and it fits my scrapbook albums!!!  Love it!

My work table is my dining table.  We'll get a new one of those later! :)  Added cubes and lots of storage contaniers all scored from the dollar store!!  Love that place!

Bookcase we already had....just organized now!

This shelf was in the garage when we moved in.  I painted it black and had it in Jack's room.  Then we re-did Jack's room and I took it for my craft room!!

I had this frame already!  The glass had broken, so I backed it myself with chicken wire and I'm in the process of hanging pictures and quotes on it using clothespins!  Love how it turned out!

I bought the hooks for cheap!  Found these 3 pocket organizers for jewelry at the Dollar Tree.  I have them by my table with embellishments in them!  Love these!!

So, no more whining!!!  My next order of business is to make labels for all of the containers!!!  I love it all organized!  It took me a while to go through it all and put it back in the room!  Hope you liked the tour!! 

FYI....

The bird returned.  She built a new nest.  Same exact spot.  Jack checked for eggs, saw there were none and took it down.  He told me before he had my back- glad he came through. :)  No sightings since then.

A Bird In The Hand....

Well, I did it.....  I feel the need to put a small disclaimer before this post.  I am in no way against nature or animals.  I love them.  I appreciate them.  I see them as God's creation.  I also see that they have quite a vast area to build and establish their homes and nests, so they don't NEED to build a nest on my wreath.

With that said....EVERY YEAR that we've been here a robin has built her nest on my wreath outside my front door.  The first year, it was fascinating and a great learning experience for the boys.  We checked it everyday. We documented the whole process in pictures and watched the babies fly away.  However, when they moved out of their home they left behind a mess that I never expected.  POOP.  EVERYWHERE.  I ended up having to throw out my wreath.  I had to hose down and bleach my front porch.  It was a total gag moment for me.  Little bird turds everywhere....and a high spraying hose causes them to scatter on the sprayee. 

The following year she (the robin) showed up again.  I was not thrilled, but allowed her to stay.  When she left, the same poop fest clean up occurred.  So, this morning I was fit to be tied when I looked out the window and saw her spinning the last weave of dead grass on top of my brand new wreath!!!  I just couldn't do it again.  So, I went outside and she quickly flew away to mid yard to watch the horror.  I CAREFULLY checked the nest for eggs first. (I'm not a monster.  I care.)  There were no eggs.  The nest covered the entire top of my wreath.  I lifted it off of the wreath and onto the bush in front of my porch.  I figured I was at least preserving her hard work.  She was chirping so incredibly loud at me the entire time and giving me a deadly bird's eye glare.  I was expecting her to do a fly by and "accidently" peck my forehead.  The boys were watching through the glass door.  Jack said he had my back in case she flew up to the porch for a confrontation.  Wreath was in tact and poop-less, so I went back inside.

I checked a few minutes later and saw a different bird standing on the bush rooting around the nest.  Then, I saw some scuffling and turned my neck to see the robin had returned to my wreath.  The nerve.  I figured she had either weaved in some explosives or had "released" some of her own.  I'm paranoid now.  I pictured her weeping in bird therapy about a mean human who discarded her precious nest.  I also pictured her telling every large bird on our block her tale of woe and pointing our house out with her wing.  So, now I'm on the look out for the feathered mafia.  I told the hubs he might want to invest in a hat and perhaps only make mad dashes to and from the house.

I'll be eager to check in the morning and see if she returned only to rebuild....to be continued.