The old, uninteresting color our room used to be (a light blue that looks almost white) drove me mad because of it's uncertain state. Blue or white, blue or white? I could not stand it's indefinite shade. Now our room is a nice, bold tan which almost appears to almost have a coral-pink hue in different lighting.
No, I did not paint the wall with that brush! Gee, that would have taken a long while. Sadly, it was hard for me to snap as many pictures as I would like because my dad and I were constantly working. Honestly, I am glad to have captured the few I do have, seeing how slim my chances were of getting any.
Let's just say my dad is not the type of person who likes to dilly-dally around when a job is to be done.
There were many fun memories made that long afternoon. I am so grateful to have a father who is willing to put up with all of my impulsive ideas and even assist me with them.
However, now I must start working on the room decor! If all goes well, I shall slowly begin to add glass bottles, seashells, and white picture frames into the mix. I really hope it actually happens. Well, at least I know what to put on my Christmas list, right?
Is it just us, or do other people make start making Christmas lists this early? Just the other day, Michael handed me his Christmas list for this year (one index card full) and asked me to make mine. He even said, "Make sure to put a lot on it so you don't know what I get you." We have started doing that the past few years to make sure we get each other things we actually want.
I can recall one Christmas when I bought Nathan a pencil sharpener and pencils because I didn't know what to get him. At least he is an understanding older brother!
I cut up an old pair of jeans a few weeks ago and threw on my favorite Marks and Spencers striped shirt today. In the desert town we live in, we actually got a bit of a shower in the afternoon which brought crisp, cold air with it. The earthy smell after the rain always makes me happy and want tea and chocolate. Thus the reason I am presently muching away at a box of milk chocolate. The tea will proceed soon after.
My hair is quite long, no? It is so heavy now, and I cannot stand the way it falls all over my face whenever I wash the dishes or do homework. However, I shall have to put up with a it for another month or two before I finally chop it all off.
About three years ago, I snipped my hair (which was about as long as it is now) to about the length of my shoulders and donated it to Locks of Love. Ever since then, I have wanted to do it again. It's a wonderful feeling to go from long hair to feeling bald in a few moments (or mabe I am just weird); but the feeling of being able to bless a person with a wig is an even more amazing feeling.
When I finally do cut my hair, I like to imagine I will look like a new person; and a very interesting blog post will probably ensue.