Today I’m giving a little peek into our girls’ rooms. I have said before how I like things to be pretty simple. I don’t like a lot of clutter because it makes my head spin.
I guess I could pay the money to make their rooms look like this.
I guess I could also pay the money to make me look like this.
But you know what? I don’t think I want to look like that. I also don’t want to spend $10,000 on a bedroom and be afraid for the girls to step foot in them for fear of wrecking them. Ergo, keep it simple.
Let’s step inside. Caution: If you don’t like pink, look away.
We’ll start with the
pantry destroyers’ twins’ room.
Side note: I love love love the bow print. It is so girly and so darling. It might be my favorite thing in their room. I found it on Lindsay Letters, and I found Lindsay Letters because about a year ago because some people I follow on Instagram kept posting and posting about a little girl, Eva, who had an accident and was fighting to survive a brain injury. So, I peeked at her mom and dad’s profiles like any good Instagrammer does and have been following them ever since and keeping up with their daughter. I have never wanted a miracle so much for someone I’ve never met. Doctors first thought she’d never survive, then doctors thought she’d never breathe on her own, and she did. Miracles. She still has a long way to go, but I love seeing the updates they post about Eva. Her parents faith is inspiring, and if you have a few minutes, read their story here.
Anyways, Lindsay is a very talented artist, and I’ve bought a few things from her website. She’s always coming out with new pieces, and I love it all especially her Christmas ones. Her “art is the prettiest art of all the art.” If you can name that quote, you’re my new favorite person.
Now let’s go inside the
4 year old dictator’s Claire’s room.
I think eventually I want to Mark to build her a window seat area with shelves…something like these.
I would have LOVED that as a child, so I’m going to live vicariously through her. Heck! I’d love that now. Once this happens, I may be up there quite often, lying on that seat, thumbing through my Pioneer Woman magazines.
I think my longing for a window seat as a child stemmed from watching The Torkelsons on the Disney Channel. Anyone else? I can still hear Dorothy Jane’s southern twang talking to the Man in the Moon. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then that was basically the equivalent of me speaking Mandarin.
There ya go. Thanks for stopping by today. Now I’m off to go clean up the pantry that the twins happily destroyed. Crackers. Everywhere.