I can't help but dream longingly of having my own house lately. Could it be because I went to sit on the couch recently and could not even find it under all of the art supplies that were not mine? Or perhaps its the two pairs of underwear in the bathroom that do not belong to me. Or maybe, just maybe it was the moment that I went to blow my nose and noticed someone had used the last of the toilet paper and had not replaced it for the next person that drove me to think these crazy thoughts about having my own place where things don't need to look like hell with random shit all over the place...
I so look forward to decorating this imaginary home of mine, what will adorn the walls and what type of shower curtain will hang up. The normal girly thoughts of someone that has never lived alone and had the power to choose everything they want or don't want in their home.
Black and red bedspread, black panels and burgundy sheers on the window with a black rod and curved phinials. Elaborate candelabaras and other gothic and renaissance tidbits around the room. A tropical fun bathroom with teals and lime greens all around. A rockabilly kitchen with 50's style aspects all over and whole mess of seafoam green kitchen appliences to match. An uncluttered livingroom with a tv and furniture and some family portraits would be the icing to my little cupcake home.
Some day soon...
