As I type these words my eye is twitching and my hands are shaking.
If there is a breakdown point in bedroom renovations then I have hit it...
I may cry.
It started so well (considering I did the work alone)....
.... can i take a second to say i cant wait for a husband one day that will take over painting, putting storage units together... and doing all the things i hate doing?! ....
back to my breakdown.
I finished painting, hanging most things on the wall....
its loooking............ good.
One awesome thing is this: I got a FREE bedframe...
** thankyou Dave Bedell... you ROCK! **
but as I was about to finish hanging a few things.
(you will see pictures soon)
I heard a crash.
.... coming from my closet.
I cried.
I knew what this meant.
This meant my biggest fear has come true.
that SHE is right.
ugh.... I hate it whens "she" is right.
you know who "she" is, right??
mother.
my mother.
her scolding me for buying dress after dress...
cute top after cute top.
i didnt have one in that color... or that fabric.
(are the excuses working with you?)
uuuuugggghhhh.
she. was. right.
once again I ugh.
So, i was forced to take all my clothes out of my closet...
as I picked up each precious piece (that had been thrown so carelessly onto the floor)
I began to notice something.
I have a lot of clothes.
possibly... just possibly... TOO many (however, im not ready to say for sure)
i have 35 dresses...... i know... stop yelling at me
35 dresses that fit...
not 15 dresses that fit and then the ones i hope will fit one day.
nope.... thirty five dresses that fit.
and over 50 dress tops... dont hate me.
What i want to do is buy a really nice wooden closet organizer that can handle my... "things".
but i just spent 50 dollars on a bedroom make over.
once again...
im crying.
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