So I have this thing I do when I try to make decisions, even decisions that should be simple. I have to weigh all the options, research every possible scenario (I get this from my dad, I must say), ask advice from anyone who’ll listen (and some who won’t), and basically think about it twenty-four seven until I’ve completely talked myself out of doing anything at all.
So far this summer I’ve done this with buying a sewing machine (didn’t do it, mostly because I’m poor), making that blanket I was asking ya’ll to pick colors for a while back (again, poor, and never did pick any colors), I almost did it with my haircut last week, but I made myself get a haircut, spent a couple of days thinking about changing my major, and now I’m getting ready to start a new project: redoing my bedroom. I would show you some before pictures, but I have to clean it first; it’s a disaster zone right now. Seriously, it’s horrible and I cannot stand it a minute longer. And this morning, I was torn between three possible quilt/duvet options. I made my mom look at them a few minutes ago, and she ruled out one contender, which led me to the victor. Now, I just have to go to IKEA. Which is going to be my new obsession until I actually get there. Which will hopefully be this weekend.
Now I just have to picka paint color (relax, I have a picture to match, that’s the easy part). The hard part will be convincing my parents (especially el padre) to help me get it done. In theory, I could knock this whole project out by myself. But in actuality, my parents will help me and each decision I agonize over will have to be redecided. I am going to be firm, though. It will not be like the plaque hanging incident that I was never happy with.
Ok. Time to go pick stuff up off the floor. Love ya; sorry to be so distant this past week or so, but my class ended yesterday so I should be around more now!