Aly (after watching my sadsack attempts at painting my right hand’s fingernails): I can paint them for you, Mom.
Me: No, sweetie. I have to learn how to do them myself.
Me: ‘Coz when I go to Yale, I’m gonna have to do it myself. I won’t have any friends there to do it for me.
Aly (rolls her eyes): Oh, Mom! You’re gonna have lots of friends!
Me: How do you know? What if they don’t like me?
Aly: Mom, people don’t just like you. They LOVE you. Everybody loves you! It’s because you’re a good person.
And that is why, my friends, I do not begrudge my daughter the 2.5K it cost to renovate her bedroom.
The Cubeicals from Target and the nifty wire and clip system we found at Ikea for all her artwork. I love how her Lego city can finally be displayed in all its glory.
New fan, bamboo blinds, Ikea stainless steel desk on casters and pink swivel chair. The bookshelf and nightstand are the only surviving items from the old room.
Aly picked out the bedspread and accent wall color herself.
As she did this quote from Wallums. They messed up and left out the “it” so we’re waiting for a replacement. This will go above her bed.
A peek into the closet, Greg’s baby. He took great care and pride in designing all the parts. I like the glass memo board on the wall that also functions as another place to display art using those large clips. Gotta love Ikea!
I like how the mirror, hamper and towel hook are all tucked away from sight…
…but with a flick of the curtains – voila! Instant access!
Hidden storage which houses toys now but will be invaluable to her for other things as a teen.
Before the Wallum quote, I attempted to reproduce the cherry blossom tree without instructions.
The poem I convinced her epitomized her and needed to go up.
The finished product.
The rug is from Target and finishes off the room. I can’t wait for the caterpillar quote to go up. Even Greg admits that her room looks like something out of a catalog!
A HUGE shout out to my husband who did all the work that often goes unappreciated, the bones of the room, if you will.
He patched, retextured and painted all the walls and ceiling, even cutting in the corners of the accent wall sans painter’s tape. He did all the wiring for the ceiling fan and installed it. He replaced all the electrical outlet covers and painted them to match the room. He painted and cut the baseboards, making perfect corners even on the rounded parts. He laid the bamboo floor down himself.
Whew! When listed out like that, it makes me realize what an amazing man my husband is.
I can only hope and pray that Aly finds someone as phenomenal as he is someday.