There is kind of a long back story involved in this post, so I'm just going to start with Hurricane Katrina. Well, actually, I am going to start even earlier than that. I was born in Oklahoma, where my parents are from. We moved to Louisiana when I was four, and for some reason I harbored this hard core love for Oklahoma until about high school when it wore off a bit. Once I was in high school, things were kind of rough at home between me and my mom, and like most people who grow up in a relatively small town, I just wanted to leave. Which meant that I did not want to go to LSU just 45 minutes down the interstate. So I opted to go to Oklahoma State University, since I still had friends and family in Oklahoma that would be reasonably close if I ever needed help, or was homesick, etc. It seemed like a good fit between distancing myself from my parents, but still being close to some extended family if I needed them. Off I went to OSU in the August of 2005, and during my first week of classes, Katrina ravaged my hometown.
Six very tall Louisiana pine trees fell on top of my house, causing extensive damage to the roof. My parents got the roof fixed, but decided that it might be time to leave Mandeville since I didn't live there anymore. (My parents never cared much for Louisiana, but stayed so that I didn't have to move away from my super amazing best friend neighbors, and my friends from school.) My dad had been with his company for 15 years by this point, so he was ready for a change. They decided to look into moving back to the Tulsa area to be closer to me and their old friends, and away from coastal hurricanes. (But what about tornados, right?!) I found an awesome house on 12 acres north of Tulsa and my parents bought it in 2006.
One of the rooms was painted like a watermelon, and since I was very much into hot pink at the time, it was designated as my room. I never really lived in this room; it was just where I stayed when I came home for weekends sometimes during my years at OSU. Once I moved to Washington, my mom ended up "decorating" it for me with lots of things I left behind from college and my old room in Louisiana.
For those that don't know, my mom has a
huge bit of a problem with holding onto things. Every single thing she's ever bought, or her mom has bought, or I have bought, reminds her of something and basically no one is allowed to ever get rid of anything that comes through her doors.
While I am here in my sort-of old bedroom, my goal is to redecorate and un-hoard all of the ugly and/or useless things floating around in this room.
And now, if you are still with me after that long history lesson of the life of Amy, here is what I'm dealing with:
Don't mind the random tilted mattress. The wood on the old bed frame squeaked like a mouse on crack, and I was in the middle of taking it apart when I thought I ought to get some before pictures of this room!
The suitcase on the floor is the only thing that was not int his room prior to my arrival. Also, in my mom's defense, there wasn't that mess of clothes around my American Girl dolls on the dresser. Those are my tank tops that I piled up there while looking for a baby shoe in my suitcase.
And there's the crooked mattress again, along with a pile of grocery bags full of various McDonald's toys my mom has saved over the last couple of years for the kids, that I have no interest in. And a box of what appears to be princess Christmas lights? I haven't looked too closely at them.
In the little alcove of the dormer we have three different comforters, my saddle on a rack, and a stroller I used with Abigail when I stayed here for a couple months in 2010. Also a night stand that was next to the bed before I started to move the mattress.
This view shows my closet, that is pretty much full despite not really holding many clothing items. It's got lots of old shoes and my wedding dress!
And here's a close up of all the fun junk on top of the high boy. This is about 50% new things I put up there temporarily while unpacking, 49% random things my mom put up there on display, and 1% fancy Christmas Barbie that I had to take out of the kids' room so Abigail wouldn't keep asking to play with it!
That is the inside of one of the dresser drawers. This whole dresser is just a giant sized scrapbook of my life; it's just full of anything and everything my mom found of mine after I left for Washington.
The bathroom isn't bad, and actually all that clutter around the sink is mine. I will just be working on organizing my own bathroom supplies in here.
Oh yeah, and getting rid of my early 2000's headband collection....
And giving three pairs of the exact same Tar-jhay sunglasses a new home.
So there you have it...my project for the next couple of weeks!