This is a lesson in trusting your mother. She chose this for my room when we moved into our current house (when I was around three years old). There was a time where I questioned it and thought about changing it. With time, it became one of my favorite parts of my room. I will never ever ever change it.
My mom painted one of our kitchen chairs my favorite shade of blue. I was sitting in that chair admiring my toenails which were also painted a gorgeous shade of blue (maybe my first nail polish experience?). i think i was 3 or 4, my feet didn’t touch the floor yet which is the most memorable part of the memory. i still love blue nail polish!
Bunk bed we made into a fort
Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves
Inflatable furniture from Limited Too
Weird shade of green paint and shaggy green carpet
Windows that looked out into the trees
CD / tape player / radio combo
Lava lamp
The occasional Beanie Baby™️
Having my family so close by
The complete and utter lack of responsibility
Well if I’m gonna get left on delivered I may as well post it here instead where it’ll be appreciated.
(If you guys couldn’t tell I’m experiencing bruh moments and it’s pathetic).
