So, have you just been driving yourself mad wondering what ever happened to that Phone Pop-Art I made for my sister’s room?
Let me remind you that my sister is TEN. So this isn’t weird or random or anything. It’s not like I’m giving my 28 year old sister this hot pink art that only a ten year old can truly appreciate.
Well, I finally drove to my parents house which is just so impossible considering they live a whopping 10 minutes (or less) away. I know, right? I never get to go visit my family because they just live too.far.away.
But I finally sucked it up and made the long trek over to their house. And once I was there, I actually hung up the pop art instead of what I usually do which is walk in the door, head to the heart of their home – their kitchen, and load up on whatever coma-inducing gooey goodness my mother has whipped up for the day. And then from there I head to the living room to flip through magazines while fighting off the heavy eyelids. And then I throw in a little Homer action by slouching, sticking my hand in my waistband, and drooling all over myself while the yeast from the 10 Krispy Kreme that my mom picked up that morning takes over my gluten-intolerant intestines.
So ya, instead of doing that, this time I went to my sister’s room and hung her art. And then I went to the kitchen.
At first glance it’s cute, no? Well, I just feel the overwhelming urge to point out that my mom is elbow deep in a room overhaul for this spoiled little girl which is why the rug doesn’t match the drapes. (Oh.my.goodness. I did not just say that.) … Which is why the wallpaper border and rug don’t match the bedspread. Much better.
Did you notice the art and the side table are both Hot-to-the-freaking-HOT PINK? I am never going to admit to you that I bought TWO gallons of that eye-twitching pink to paint my daughter’s closet with. Fortunately for Sully and Randall, they get to keep doing the scaring instead of being scared to death by pink. I’d like to thank my hubby for dragging me to California just in the nick of time last year to save that poor closet from having a Pepto explosion.
Anyway, the art is hung and surprisingly doesn’t look too awful with the blue and yellow walls. My mom is going to paint soon, but with a color palet of light pink, hot pink, white, and black, she wants to paint the walls… you guessed it… pink. But I’m saying “No! No! No!” to pink walls.
So, my lovely friends, do you have any suggestions of colors that would look fabulous with a black & white zebra print and hot pink room?
There has got to be a color that is not in the pink family that goes with pink and black. Bueller? Bueller?
There you have it. Finally. After months of sleepless nights, you can now rest easy knowing that the art is hung, and the tweeny-bopper is happy.
I guess I’m going to owe you another update eventually with the finished room. Maybe I’ll help my mom finish one day, that is if we can stop drooling and eating and get our butts in gear and actually work.