In any case, today was judgement day as the little rascals finally showed up on my door step all tanned, sporting new sun glasses and displaying creative new ways of injecting "crazy" every second word in each spoken sentance. I'm wondering to myself how they aged ten years in the last ten days?
Although I was a little nervous as to what the verdict would be in regards to me having taken the liberty that I had when it came to their sacred places of refuge, the reactions from the two were fortunately enough of a positive nature.
As Ivar's room is still work in progress, I'll share Diana's room with you for the time being. There are still some tweaks left, but it's more or less there. And yes I know, it's very pink, very Hello Kitty, very stereotypically "girlie" and so on. But guess what? That's how she likes it. Or rather demands it! So I'm not about to paint her room brown and hang pictures on her walls dominated by the colour green, portraying characters of undefined sex just to be politically correct.
Anyway, judging by how much more fun it was messing about with the interiors of Ivar's and Diana's rooms than the rest of my apartment, I'm afraid there is a great risk that I will be at it way too soon again.
I'm not suggesting it's a cliffhanger, but Ivar's room will be shown when it's done. |
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