Saturday, November 29, 2008

Childhood Dreams

Every time I come home, I always forget to take pictures of my room. It is the epitome of "stuff". Layers and stacks of trinkets, magazine scraps, dresses, ribbons, bright pink walls. My life the past six or seven years. my parents are about to redo it, but I made them promise that they would not touch the wall I am collaging. It's my baby. Even though I hardly live there anymore, I couldn't bear to see it gone.


Ida said...

wow, thats one pink room!! love it ;)

La La Lovely said...

You're a fun girl ..

Nashville Dolls said...

That's so darling!