Today was a big day. My room looks more like a bedroom and less like a construction site than it has in months. Jeez. Months. Has it really taken me that long? Nonetheless, I did what I wanted to do before I leave again for England, and tonight I will be able to reap my reward by sleeping in my own bed again, finally.
I thought I finished Book 3 back in the first week of June. I started the next book and everything, but something about the way it ended just didn’t feel right. For the past five weeks, I kept going back to how things ended. When I considered crossing out everything I’d written since then and trying again, my sister told me I was crazy. Over the weekend, I added another chapter to the end of Book 3 anyway. I’m satisfied with it now, although it’s only a first draft and far from acceptable.
In a way, I’ve felt like that with a lot of things, like they didn’t feel complete, but they were good enough.
This is not a how-to article, so if that’s what you’re looking for I suggest you keep looking. If I’m honest, I’ve been putting off painting my room for one simple reason: it makes me nervous. What if it looks bad? What if I spill paint everywhere?
The summer has been hot and sticky. And boring. I barely know what to write about anymore. But I thought I should at least catch you guys up on what’s been going on.
My camera hasn’t been working properly which is why I haven’t got photos of outfits or my bedroom progress for you and it’s really frustrating me. So unfortunately, I do not have an outfit of the week for you.
At the moment, my room is in disarray. My mattress is on the floor, my bed frame is in the closet, and everything else has been moved to my sister’s room which hasn’t got much use otherwise. I bought paint a few days ago and plan to paint the top half of my walls a light shade of grey and the bottom half and the inside of my closet will be white. It sounds pretty simple, which is how I want it. The last time I painted my room, I was thirteen and chose blueish purple, bright yellow, and lime green. I loved it at the time, and even now I prefer it to the beige I had before, but it was a bit much.
My closet only has a single wire shelf. It does not use the space very effectively, and in a smaller bedroom (or any bedroom at all), storage plays a big part of keeping things neat. So I’m going to take out the shelf and fill the holes leftover before I paint. Then I’ll install a better closet system and when I’m done it should look a lot better than this:
Every three months, I redecorate my space somehow. I can’t help it, it just drives me up the wall staying in the same space for too long.
I haven’t had to worry about that for the past few years, now. I went off to university for three months, that was a room change. Then I was home for a month, which was another room change. Then three more months at school, one at home, two weeks at school, then I spent two-and-a-half months of my five-month break at home, before we moved and I spent the rest of the break in a new room, then university for another three months, then home for a month.
This is the first time in a couple of years that I’ve spent longer than three months in a single room. In fact, it had been so long that I had completely forgotten how I always redecorated at around three months, until I had already bought the new stuff for my room and re-arranged whatever furniture wasn’t attached to the wall. After I had re-done pretty much everything in the room, I realized it had been three months again. It’s like being a werewolf and not seeing the moon for a while and forgetting you should worry about it until you wake up with a carcass at your feet, only with decorating.
So here’s my room before, with the university-given bedspread that was falling apart and not very comfortable:
I didn’t take before pictures, so you’ll have to make do with these. Of course, that means you can’t see the suitcase at the foot of the bed, but that’s okay.