I am *dying* to get my hands on this room. For obvious reasons (see photo above) but also because something is happening here. In just a couple of weeks I will have a teenager in the house. Yep, a full-fledged teenager. The little girl that I've had around here for all these years has been growing and will soon enter a whole new classification of "kid".
And she tells me she no longer likes lavender walls.
Honest truth? I don't either.
Emma's is the biggest bedroom in the house. A dream sized room for a teenager really. Although I have made it very clear that there will be no TV or computer moving into the space, there is room for immense improvement. I have gone over finger-in-the-air-drawn floor plans with Peter, with Emma, with myself. I have a pinterest board of looks and interiors I want to remember.
But do you see this room? No, really, look at that photo.
I'm kind of scared to go in. I have done a thorough clean of this room before, but in the past year I'll admit I've given up. God knows what's in there. Seriously. Snacks. Half-finished crafts. Old cat toys. She has promised me that she will, at the very least, take 15 minutes every evening and go through one small area. You're probably thinking that at this rate it'll take at least a year, but small goals so no one gets overwhelmed.
I think this means a new quilt too. Maybe 2!
Of course it does.