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| it is... saturday morning... |
So there's this recurring set of stories that my parents could easily share with anyone who's interested.. they're about me, and how I became obsessed at a young age with regularly rearranging my room. From what I can remember, to as far back as I can remember, I was doing this on average at least once every 3-4 months. I think because it was a change I could control, and also because it gave me a fresh perspective on something I saw daily, I loved to do it, and would spend hours tearing my room apart and putting it back together in a different order.
I am so thankful in hindsight that I had parents who supported my creative expressions. There were limits, yes, but they gave me that space to call mine, and let me have free reign over how it looked. ♥. It's like they knew me! ;)
Anyway, fast forward 20 some odd years, and here I am, in my own house doing the same thing. I'm so fortunate to have Rob, who is quite like-minded in that respect; we decided on a whim today to take some drastic measures against our living room.
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| before. |
And thennnn.. a few hours later, and after some lifting and creative measures of reorganizing the basement to accomodate some of this stuff, this was the finished work of the day!
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| after! |
To celebrate a day filled with cleaning, dusting, cleaning out, donating, more cleaning, rearranging and redefining our upstairs living space, we pulled ourselves together and headed out for a close dinner date at APG.
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| my handsome date! [not the chapstick... or the glass of ice... ;) ] |
We're home now.
We're exhausted.
G'Nite!
xo | cmd



