There's nothing that makes you feel more like an adult than building your own bed.
Actually, let me rephrase that: There's nothing that makes you feel more like an adult than building your own bed after sleeping on a mattress on the floor for four months.
Thanks to finally being on a regular pay schedule at work, I could finally afford the second part of my bed.
I was originally going to buy a box spring and bed frame, but then I stumbled on this little diddy that doubles as both a box spring and bed frame and only cost $70.
It took about an hour to build.
Oh, yeah. And then I painted one of the walls in my bed room. The color when I moved in was the bastard child of white and gray.
It's super weird.
Also, I had some white splotchy paint spots from the maintenance guy trying to cover some mold spots, so I decided to paint the wall containing my window.
I think I was subconsciously trying to channel my yellow bedroom I had when I lived at the Jeskes house in Madison.
I also just really like bright colors.
And lots of bright colors.
I drove to the lil local hardware store and a nice man named Bert helped me find everything I needed to paint my wall.
Bert wouldn't make eye contact with me.
It was awkward.
But he was helpful.
Oh, and I spray painted my end table.
I had the brilliant idea to spray paint it inside. In the middle of winter.
It was kinda the stupidest idea I ever had.
The house smelt awful, and I'm sure I have spray paint poison in my lungs.
But I was on a roll.
I bought the table from a thrift store. It was originally white.
Now it's fun!
I'm slowly starting to put decorations up in my room.
I'm totes excited about having a permanent place that reflects me and is comfy.
Oh, and it's glorious.