. room made over

i came back and read my own post + the picture, and i felt some type of way. mad that mt space has been cut down but disgusted with myself because i didn't really try to do something with it before. i'm my mind i have an idea of what i want the room to look like but since i can't knock down walls and all that good shit, i have to deal with what i have. so i took some time to rearrange the room and this is as far as i got. I still don't know if i want to paint the walls or add wallpaper so for now i guess this will work.

.room make over

i've figured out that this is the reason why i haven't been so inspired to work on the clothes that i've started! i had to beg for this room and now that i have it... my people want it to be a play room for my nephews too! so this room that was supposed to be mine has been cut down to this small piece of space! (if you look in the left corner of the pictures, you can see my son's creative mess on the floor!

i have no clue how to fix it up! the room is slanted so i don't have much room to work with and my step-brother felt the need to spray paint his name of the walls like a child. i'm NOT a fan of his so the last thing i want to see while i'm sewing is that dick wad's name! i have piles of fabric, 2 dress forms, and a storage bin that also need to get is this tiny space. i have to revamp this "area" into something that i am proud of and thats kiddie proof. i don't feel like getting in touch with my inner Bob the Builder so i need a miracle!

.meet me

see me as a success story. way before the success. i'm walking through life with my child on my back, hands filled with bags of pain, anger, and pipe dreams that were sold to me. instead of screaming i can't do this and dropping everything, i take it each day at a time and keep walking towards this goal. along the way, i've been able to let go of the bag containing pipe dreams. the anger and pain still weigh me down but i grid my teeth and loosen my grip. with no one who can fit my stilettos long enough to travel this road, its been even harder to push forward. i've had people around me whisper advice but as it leaves their lips and enters my ear, the level of their knowledge becomes clear. while they try to advise, they truly don't understand that this path can not be traveled so easily. grateful to have such people, i make the choice to keep them off my path and i don't allow them to touch the bags. now as the bags are at the verge of falling from my finger tips, another bag has been picked up. stress. this bag is so heavy that it has to be dragged but i continue to drag it towards that light. what keeps me going? i see the end of this path. a better place for my son and the satisfaction of knowing that i did it on my own.

so as i keep walking to the end, i'll share bits and pieces of the stops along the way