Saturday Night in the Den

It's late on Saturday night. The Mr. is in Columbia, likely passed out from tailgating and football excitment, and I am here at home, working on the den. It was kind of the forgotten space in our house. But I'm working on turning it into a stylish workspace for us (OK, mostly me - it involves a fair amount of pink). I can't wait to share the finished product with you. But until then, Quincy would like to extend an exhausted "hello" among paper scraps and scotch tape. Poor buddy, stuck with mom and her madness ;)