Captain and I have been feeling a little "nesty" lately. I don't know what has got into us. I mean I have always been into pretty spaces but I never put as much energy into decorating my past apartments as I have with this new one. And you would have never caught Captain willingly going into an antique store with me nevermind three in a row and liking it! Now I catch him reading over my shoulder when I have Sunset in my hands. Is that what happens when you turn 30? You automatically care about Roman shades and matching dish towels? Scary.
Some of my favorite nesters: