My Getaway

Snuggles are great.
That's why I talk about them so much.

As the attention craving superstar I am, I require a lot of affection. I need to be pet, ALL THE TIME.

The best kind of petting is when it's a team effort, but sometimes whether it's because Husband is at work,

or the dogs are muddy from rain, I have to rig up some self-snuggles.

It's definitely not my ideal, but reality is reality, and like I said in this post the other day, I make do in any way I can.

This year, I've upgraded my solo-snuggle system! Not only did I fluff the crap out of my pillows and comforters, but I added in a body pillow and a set of good flannel sheets.

Awwww yiss, snuggle city.

I have an old, firm mattress, but my bed is so well set up, it almost doesn't matter.

I fantasize about this thing.

In addition to that, I have a squishy Ikea sofa chair, handed down to me by my brother-in-law. I fixed the fluff in the cushions, added a small pillow, and a throw. It, too, can snuggle me, especially from the cold.

My bedroom may be a basic 8x10 square, but with all this going on, it feels like an escape; A Luxurious Master Suite.

I've been pretty skillful about putting my corner of the house together, chasing sales to get pieces for pennies or rummaging roadside pickups for free furniture, which makes this even better, since it's guilt free.

It's damn near perfect now, just missing some small artistic touches. You know, some accessories on the walls and maybe an extra rug.

I spend most of my day in here now, leg propped up on the coffee table, still being productive. It's easier to be calm when my butt isn't being flattened by a hard chair.

Whenever I get into a wanting mood, I just take a deep breath and look around my room. I instantly feel content, knowing it used to be a white box that I made into a special place.