I don't paint. Walls offwhite are just fine by me. Now, if you'd like to come down and paint the house for me, be my guest (just no greens, please).
I will, however, turn it into my "dressing room." A nice, quiet room where dogs, cats and kids are not allowed. A place to lounge and read and do crafty things. I've always wanted my own personal sanctum and I love the idea of turning this room into that. Before, spare bedrooms became the extra storage/junk room. Not this time. It won't become all girly cause that's not me, but it will be comfie.
Part of me is so relieved that she's leaving. Another part gets all teary. Today, the teary side is winning. I really am going to miss her. She's come so very far from where she was 5 years ago. If only she'd take some responsibility but I think the only way she's going to learn that is by facing the realities of adulthood without mom propping her up.