Moving Up

I am loving, loving, loving my newly renovated bathroom. Calling it a bathroom definitely does that space a disservice. It is now a very sexy, sophisticated boudoir featuring a plush white sofa to loll in, something I've been doing a lot of lately. All I need to complete the look is to buy myself a diaphanous negligee trimmed in marabou, of course, and matching white satin mules so I can swish around the space in style.

The move back upstairs after nearly three months sleeping in my downstairs guest bedroom has made me happy and sad at the same time. That seems to be the story of my life right now. The space where Steve and I shared our most intimate moments is gone. All that is left is his picture on the mantle.