One of the things I was really looking forward to doing this summer was redoing my room. I'd had a lot of ideas, but there was one I kept coming back to: purple and green. Now, this is me, so of course I couldn't be bothered with the usual varieties of green and purple. No, I went more towards the steely-gray purples and the olive varieties of green.
It turned out very well. While I was more trying to give my room a more grown-up, "your daughter is going to be moving out in a few years" sort of feel to it for my family, I think I just made it more my room than ever. That's okay, though--it's much better than okay because now I actually want to spend time in here. In fact, it's hard to get me back to any other room in the house, unless Brandon and I are having a Skype-movie date, for which I make the living room my room.
It's got all of my favorite personal touches: books all over the floor, fun lamps, fake flowers because my cats eat real ones, and my stuffed animals. Yes, I know, I shouldn't still have them, I'm almost 20, but I don't care! I love them. And my elephant collection is going on the top shelf of my closet, so it's not extremely visible. My Winnie-the-Pooh characters have taken up residence under my desk. Really, the only ones you can see at the giant ones I keep on top of my art tub.
Time is flying, though, and soon it won't be more than my mom's office slash guest room. How strange a thought. Growing up is weird.
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