Where to begin? Well, I'm in the midst of a big stenciling project in our bedroom (can't wait to show you!) so I've had to pull some spider monkey maneuvers and climb all over the place to trace and paint. In the process, I accidentally spilled the reed diffuser on the hub's nightstand. No biggie, I just wiped up the oil, and the extra fragrance was rather nice. No use in crying over spilled
Innocent looking right?
Wrong! Big time wrong. Today, I was in the bedroom folding laundry when I noticed this where the oil had spilled (enter Psycho music):
That flippin' oil diffuser ruined the poly finish on our beautiful bedroom floor. It's bubbling, and yucky, and just so sad. I don't usually freak over this sort of thing but, you see, the floors in our home are the only thing our house had going for it prior to us giving it lots of love. They're the one thing that we get compliments on regardless of what else may be happening in our love nest. They're the Angelina Jolie lips of our home. Untouched, beautiful, and natural. And now, I've ruined them for the sake of our bedroom smelling like green tea and cucumber.
For the record, this is not the first time oil diffusers have gotten the best of me. See this sofa table? It was over $600. Well, it retailed for that price at a local upscale boutique. We paid less than 1/3rd when it went on clearance.
See all of those perfectly placed picture frames? They're strategically placed to hide other oil spills...here's the ugly truth:
Clearly, oil has gotten the best of me. Fortunately, I've recently discovered the amazing scent of Pier 1 candles and, like the Gulf of Mexico, I'm hopeful our house will soon be an oil free zone.