I Could Really Get Used to This

When asked to dog/housesit for my roommate's mom last weekend, I jumped at the chance. Was it out of the goodness of my heart? Of course not.

It's because, while my roommate is a humble teacher, the house she grew up in closely resembles something like this:

I'm exaggerating. But only slightly.

So, I got to spend the weekend in a luxe house in one of the most beautiful areas of Charlotte, and get paid for it? Check and check.

In my dinky excuse for a bed, I can barely sleep past 7:30am on the weekends. There must have been something magic (like memory foam) in the pillows and mattresses, because this little princess slept until way past 9 both mornings. Can we say V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N? And why get out of bed anyways when the remote on the bedside table allows me to watch TV, DVR, a DVD, or listen to a CD with the push of a button? I could definitely be put on self-prescribed bed rest and be totally fine with it. 

Bedroom images from Veranda

The Master is even more beautiful than these, if you can believe it. Plus, there's a Plasma TV on the wall. 

Then there was the bathroom. Don't. Get. Me. Started. 

Ok, fine. Get me started. But where? On the double-headed steam shower? The jet tub? The fact that the bathroom as a whole is three times the size of my bedroom? Right. I could have paid rent and just lived in that thing. 

Hello, spa day.
(All bathroom images from Southern Living)

Sunday, I dragged myself back to my 850 square foot apartment well-rested, frequently showered, and feeling like I'd been on a vacation (when really I'd been about 1.3 miles down the road). 

I tried to think of how to make my bedroom and bathroom more spa-like, and my solution was:

1) move. 

Kidding. There are things I could do, like buying some memory foam pillows instead of the $2.99 Target puffs I am currently sleeping on, or buying a new comforter that actually has some weight to it, like this one:

Lilly Pulitzer for Garnet Hill

But really, last weekend taught me two things: 

1) I really do have champagne tastes on a beer budget

2) I would like to have champagne tastes on a champagne budget. 

What's a girl to do?

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