Gertie's room is having a makeover.
The deal was that if she could keep her room tidy for the entire month of February, she could choose wallpaper, see Guerilla Littering, and if she continued the tidiness through Lent then she could have the whole room done.
Given her propensity to create mess, I didn't expect to be in the position that we are in now. Hearth-father is busy with the sander; the wallpaper is up on two 'feature' walls; the remaining walls are painted in 'silver mist', and we are rid of three sacks of clothes and toys.
All good. Except that the designs Gertie has chosen suggest that she has gone from a six-year-old to a teenager overnight.
Here's the old one:
Sweet, girly, pink (probably too much, but hey ho) innocent, doll-filled, pretty.
Here's the new one (unfinished):
It needs a rug to cover those pristine white floorboards (I'm wincing already as I imagine what they will look like in a few weeks time) But mostly screaming purple, grown-up, boudoir-ish.
Can someone tell me where my little girl went?
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