A {not-so-little} girl's room redo...

Three years ago, we painted Lily's room a very bright, vibrant coral color. It was the color of her choosing, and I have to admit that I painted that bright color on those walls quite reluctantly, me being a student of more subdued, neutral colors and finishes.

We finished later in the evening, after dark, and the coral was even brighter with the artificial lighting and a pink haze just seemed to hang in the air in that room. My sister even noticed the glow from her home which is about 150 yards away and in the woods!

I think I even told Lily that she better like that color for a long time because I was not planning on repainting anytime soon. I am not at all a fan of painting. I've done a ton of painting in our fifteen years in this home, but it's really far from one of my favorite things to do. 

And then she came to me this past February, asking if she could use her birthday money to buy paint for her room. Well, of course, she could spend her birthday money on that, but that also meant that mom and dad were going to have to be recruited to paint. And it's only been three years! That wasn't what I had in mind when I said it would be awhile before we painted again.

It only took us six months to actually get around to the painting part of it. I did have major surgery in March and we were away several times in May and June, but we finally leaped in and painted last week. We let the paint cure for a week, and tonight Brad hung everything on her walls and she spent some time getting everything just right. 

It turned out quite cute, and she was the sole one in charge of the decorating. She shopped our house, bringing in my great-grandma's old Singer sewing machine to use as her desk, pulling an old painting from a basement closet, and snagging an ammunition-box-turned-side-table as one of her nightstands. She may have robbed me of a few other goodies, but I was glad to give them to her. And when Brad walked in on her hanging her "happy lights" tonight, I heard him laugh and say, "You're just like your mom." 

And I'm quite okay with that.