Here we are, 6 months into living in our house, and I'm just barely starting to paint walls. I'm 35 years old and have been wanting a home of my own to decorate for as long as I can remember. The first time I remember being conscious of my desire to have my own house was when I was 6. I told my dad I wanted a house and I wanted a pink one.
I spent the years at my parents house rearranging and redecorating my room so often that my furniture started to fall apart. Luckily I had cool parents who let me express myself in this way with no questions. I didn't have a lot of money so I spent a lot of time rummaging around our house finding unused items I could use to decorate with. One time I really wanted a queen sized bed. My parents weren't going to buy me a bed since I had a perfectly good twin size, so I shoved my bed up against the window seat, stuffed some foam down in between the crack, and TA DA. Queen bed.
When I got my first apartment, I decorated with vintage Disney record covers, painted thrift store furniture, and a plastic Hula Girl shower curtain. From there I moved a total of 13 times. That was a lot of decorating practice on a barely anything budget. Thrift stores became and have remained my favorite place to shop.
I'm excited to share what I do with our new place.