|found the rug at Big Lots...|
|This one was taken with the flash... I couldn't decide which showed the colors better, flash or natural light.|
|this one with no flash|
When we were painting the walls, I was so excited because I had pulled out some old clothes to paint in... clothes that were from before I was ever pregnant, even. And the jeans fit me!!! So, I got thinking about how old the jeans were, and I think I got a little too proud of myself, because in my mind, the old pair of jeans was this pair pictured here:
So then I started looking at the baggy, wide legs on the jeans in these photos, and the short shirt style, and I started thinking, wow, I thought those looked attractive? And then I realized I probably didn't care; they were comfortable, and I was never a fashion-minded kind of girl. I mean, I had a shirt that my brothers dubbed, "Erin's Ugly Shirt." I still have it, actually, but it can't button at the hips. For some reason the shirts were all short back then, as you can see in the photos. Thank goodness most shirts are made longer now; my post-partum x3 belly appreciates that very much. Who thought designing such short shirts was such a good idea back in the 90s?? I remember once in high school, my dad was folding laundry and gave one of my shirts to my brother who is nine years younger than me: "Yes, the shirt looks short enough to fit him, I said, but really, it's mine. They just make them that way for some reason."
And yes, I did take photos of the photos above with my camera phone. Technology allows me to add old photographs so as to embellish my randomness - isn't it great? Or maybe not... as my husband has said of me, "Some people just shouldn't have camera phones."
And now that I have gone completely off on a tangent... this was supposed to be about decorating my child's bedroom, yes? Sorry, I tend to get very long-winded, as I am sure anyone who has read this blog for awhile can attest. The moral of the story: I am not as skinny as I thought I was, but old jeans from at least 2003ish still fit me. For what that's worth, which maybe isn't much anyway.