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Jul. 23rd, 2007 12:21 amThe trouble with living in two places for three years is that when you finally move back into one, you have double the amount of stuff. (Except for deodorant, stocks of which have quadrupled due to me forgetting it everytime I went home/back to uni.) Add to this the amazing amount of space to fit crap into store stuff in my uni room and it's left me with the impossible task of making all the stuff from a reasonably-sized room fit into a smaller room already filled with as much stuff as will fit into a small room.
Understandably, this has been somewhat of a pain in the ass. But finally, with a little help from IKEA, two series of Black Books and copious numbers of boxes (I love boxes. My eventual-house will be filled with boxes of all sizes and colours) I'm actually getting somewhere. Ish. My desk still looks like an army of paper gnomes has fought a small and bloody war across it but paper-sortage is happening tomorrow with the stacks of notes and folders. When it's all done I actually get to put up the new purple curtains.
Yeah. Purple. As much as I love the black and think it looks fabulous, I've realised I cocked up the colour scheme when I decorated back in the first year of uni. I'd been living in the brightest, most crowded, most insane bedroom you can imagine for years and thought minimalist would be a nice change. Only, I'd been living in the brightest, most crowded, most insane bedroom you can imagine for years because that's what my bedrooms should be. I am a crazy-bedroom person. I've been much happier at home since I started adding stuff to my room. I put up the utterly kitsch, IKEA blue fairy-lights-shaped-like-birds earlier and instantly felt better. They're clinging to my DVD racks looking distinctly blue and utterly tasteless. I love it.
The question is now, do I finish the bits and pieces or do I go fall asleep on the sofa? Decisions. Mmmm.
Understandably, this has been somewhat of a pain in the ass. But finally, with a little help from IKEA, two series of Black Books and copious numbers of boxes (I love boxes. My eventual-house will be filled with boxes of all sizes and colours) I'm actually getting somewhere. Ish. My desk still looks like an army of paper gnomes has fought a small and bloody war across it but paper-sortage is happening tomorrow with the stacks of notes and folders. When it's all done I actually get to put up the new purple curtains.
Yeah. Purple. As much as I love the black and think it looks fabulous, I've realised I cocked up the colour scheme when I decorated back in the first year of uni. I'd been living in the brightest, most crowded, most insane bedroom you can imagine for years and thought minimalist would be a nice change. Only, I'd been living in the brightest, most crowded, most insane bedroom you can imagine for years because that's what my bedrooms should be. I am a crazy-bedroom person. I've been much happier at home since I started adding stuff to my room. I put up the utterly kitsch, IKEA blue fairy-lights-shaped-like-birds earlier and instantly felt better. They're clinging to my DVD racks looking distinctly blue and utterly tasteless. I love it.
The question is now, do I finish the bits and pieces or do I go fall asleep on the sofa? Decisions. Mmmm.
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