My parents seriously cramped my decor style and gave the reasoning that someday, when I owned my very own house, I could do whatever I damn well please. Well, that day has certainly come and what I please includes, but is not limited to: painting the walls obnoxious colors, hanging my bike on ceiling joists in the living room, putting tibetan prayer flags up, using a Zags flag as a window treatment, and wallpapering with a world map. I'm 24. I can live in Candyland.
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