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Funny thing about having my room done. I haven't felt much like my own room in years. The old house had 2 large bedrooms and one small one. After Myranda's dad walked I fixed up a large bedroom for each girl. The little bedroom was really cool because it was in the back of the house and had more windows. Looked out over only scenery! Had a metal roof - lovely in the rain. That was *my* last room.

Jill ran away from home shortly before I married Dennis. We redid that room for our room. I was okay - but it wasn't me. After he left and died... I just left that room the same... and I didn't really want to change it cause I missed him so... so I just didn't do anything.

When I got here, my room was the least important thing to do anything with in my way of thinking... so I just threw the furniture in and left it that way. But, it wasn't very homey. So, now, it's nice to have my own stuff in my own room again. Feels good.

Since I got the house spiffed up, I'm gradually doing the same thing. Putting up pictures, adding touches here and there of things I like (keeping it to a minimum...don't want more to have to clean, you know? LOL) But like my dust ruffle I got at the thrift store. It just snazzed the room up...made it look not quite so partially done.