If You're Faint Of Heart You Might Want To Skip This Post....

Ever since our kids went off to school and into leading their own lives I've seen countless friends redecorate their kids rooms into guest rooms, with much envy. At our house it has basically been a shrine in Snooty Daughter's room. It has remained exactly as it was all during high school and college, well, up until now.




Once I informed our daughter of my intentions to gut her room, I was ordered to not touch a thing until she was finished clearing it out. So, of course, over the holidays she attempted to clean out her room, which ended up being rather a painful exercise for her. She also kept asking how I could have let her be such a hoarder. I can't imagine. It's not like I hoard or anything, right? We did have a good laugh over that.




However, I believe that most of her cleaning out process was fairly painful, parting with memories she knew were too creepy (like Homecoming Mums and pictures of all her old boyfriends) to include in her big-girl-room of my dreams. However, she took the task by the (long) horns and completed it. I now have a clean slate to work with, which is very exciting. However, things at the Snooty household move quite slowly since I have to wrestle the money out of Mr. Snooty's tightly clenched fists. But, the wrestling is always kinda fun. ;-)




I wasn't allowed to take part in the process of cleaning out, which is most understandable. SD was afraid I'd start dragging things in from the trash, so I had my *blinders* on for the duration of said room purging. (I only dragged back a few things in secrecy. I'm nothing if not predictable.)

So, these are the before and during pictures to the process. I plan to have her big window replaced with a bay window that has a window seat with extra storage. This is something I wanted to do the entire time she was growing up, but life just kept getting in the way. Until. Now.



SD's room was once a *blackout room* (with the high school purple throws pinned over the windows). Really, could it possibly be any worse? Oh, yes. It could be and was, much worse. I've never been accused of being a decorator, okay? However, I'm determined to learn since it is the one thing that interests me at the present. Her room has been that gawd awful pink since we moved in this house in 1986. The whole house was all beautifully painted (inside and outside) prior to us moving in, and it was beautiful back then. In 1986.

I also went to Target for Christmas storage bins, which were all on sale. I'm hoping that this really catapults me into the unfamiliar world of being organized, a place I really want to be.

 Over the holidays, I took advantage of local store sales and finished up the den with some lovely micro-fiber pillows that give the room a much warmer feel. Mind you, this is actually *my office* that also serves as our den and now it really does feel *cozy*.




 

Anyhoo, I hope you care to join me on my trek through uncharted decorating waters. It promises to be a good giggle or two. That is, if I don't go completely mad during the process and end up in the loony bin...