Now, do you see why I say this house is just sad? This is this woman's SANCTUARY. This is the place she sleeps every night to feel safe and warm and comforted. Um... I just don't think so.
The worst part about this room? The teeny tiny little door NEXT to her bed. Its where the scary trolls live in the attic, swear. That thing will be painted like the wall (yes mom, moulding, trim and all) so I can lose it behind a dresser. It freaks me out so bad, I will be turning the bed which ever way puts Phil close to the door, not me. *Shudder*
The Good: This is the OTHER HALF of my giant new master bedroom.
The Bad: Um, did you SEE THE CARPET? Eek...its original orange/gold shag. Only its not real shaggy anymore. Then, there is that ceiling fan. Barf. Did I mention the drapes...the tv tray that holds a dvd player but no tv? So very, very completely strange.
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