Am I turning into my mother?
If you’re a long time reader, you’ll know that my favorite color is pink. And when I painted the girls’ bedrooms three year ago, I painted them exactly how I would have loved to have a room when I was a kid.
Well, my youngest daughter is complaining that she wants “a new room”. It isn’t good enough that she got a brand new bed (she still crawls in bed with me all the time, even though she’s eleven now). She claims she hates pink {gasp}! I ask what color she wants to paint her room. Her favorite color is orange. Orange?! I hate orange!
So I’m wondering why I hate the color orange so much. Oh. My. Gawd. Could it be because my room growing up - that my mother decorated - was orange!? Am I turning into my mother?!
I’ve already decided that the next house I build, I promise to let the kids pick out their own colors for their rooms. Now, let’s just hope I get that house built before they are all grown and moved out!
Of course, on my goal list, ideally I would like to be married first before building again. Because let’s face it, no one takes a woman as serious as a man when it comes to picking out bricks and shingles.
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