Perhaps there is a bright side to having shared a house with my mother: I am not particularly perturbed by the utter chaos of the apartment as we continue to pack. Granted, she left when I was 13, but I think that was long enough to get me inured to a fantastically messy abode (I have already mentioned, but she’s a recovering hoarder. She just told me she finally got rid of a sweater she bought in the ’60s, and she found the bottle of perfume my dad gave her when I was born. It was all evaporated; I am, after all, 43).The husband, OTOH, grew up in the opposite situation. Poor guy.

But how often are you ever to make everything ALMOST EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT? (Price and other opinion person depending).

Never, I’d say.

This last room is the Son’s, who chose Bayberry Blue as a compromise to a black room. His door, radiator, and loft bed will all be black, however.

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