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I walked past my daughter’s floral bedroom, the other day, and the moody late winter light practically begged me for a photo. It’s a bit embarrassing that I am still not done with this space 2 years after painting the floral mural, but my health went out the window so, naturally, projects did too. Sometimes life comes at you incredibly hard. What can you do but roll with the punches and give yourself some grace?
I just passed the 6-month mark of my autoimmune protocol/treatment. I am finally starting to feel alive again. There aren’t words to describe how wonderful it is! For the first time in a long, long time, the future looks bright and I am excited for all that’s to come! I’m getting distracted though, so I’ll have to come back to that another time.
Because, today, I want to show you that moody light and a little glimpse at progress.
I used to look at what other bloggers were doing on their sites and social media feeds and feel bad about my meager, slow, small-budget projects. In these last few months, I’ve realized that isn’t a fair comparison. Of course, you aren’t going to be killing it creatively when you can’t crawl out of bed for days and all your money is going toward medical bills! That’s not comparing apples to apples. I can’t keep beating myself up for taking time off to learn, grow, and heal.
So, instead, I’m going to celebrate the little wins!
Like how this sweet little study is starting to come together in my girly’s room.
When my son left out on a mission for our church last February my two youngest girls, who shared this room most of their lives, got to split up. My baby took her brother’s room and my romantic middle daughter got their floral bedroom all to herself. She kept things mostly the same, sleeping on the pink twin-sized bed for months. Then around Thanksgiving, she was finally ready for a change. I found her an old brass bed at the D.I. and ordered a queen-sized mattress. She asked for this cute campaign desk for Christmas and after over a month of shipping delays, we finally got it here and put together by the end of January.
The rich wood looks lovely against the deep teal walls.
I have to say, her love for vintage makes this old soul’s heart all sorts of happy!
I spent hours searching through photos but sadly, I can’t find an original pic of this room. When we moved in, it was a brown and green boy’s room. The first project I tackled in this house was installing this board and batten. In the 13 years since, this room has slowly morphed from little boy to sassy, messy, giggly girls shared space, and now to a beautiful, sweet-hearted teenage girl’s retreat.
Looking back through old photos really got me thinking. Our home is 20 years old, there is a lot of life that has been lived inside the walls of this little room. In a couple of short years, my sweet girl will go out into the world.
All the more reason to make the time left count.
While there is a lot left to do, the major stuff is done.
It’s been fun watching my daughter’s beautiful personality infuse her space. She is sweet, romantic, and sentimental. You really feel that when you walk into her room and I love it!
That’s what I want for the spaces in my home… to feel like the people who live in them.