Last weekend it was my daughter's bedroom's turn.
I am not exaggerating when I say I have found it hard to even go into this room this year before the cleanout. My daughter is a magpie who collects everything and piles it up into further piles in her room. I am concerned she might end up on an episode of Hoarders. There were dozens of certificates, photos of lost cats and Johnny Depp and netball posters tacked onto the wall.
I had to resort to the old fashioned way to let her permit me to clean out the room: bribery.
Off we went to the vintage poster shops in High Street Armadale, and returned with this:
My daughter is in love with all things Tintin (better than Twilight I figure) so this seemed perfect.
Of course there are some remaining pockets of hoarding in the room, but it would be wrong to get rid of all of it. Hence these little cuckoo nests of bits and pieces:
Time for some more camellia boasting.
So many different kinds. I am loving our winter garden.
If you have a boy you will relate to this:
Yes, Lego minifigures. We are obssessed. We buy them on Ebay and in little packages from the toyshop.
This is an extremely small sample. If you look closely you will see that the Joker is missing a hand. My son has started removing the hands from the bad guys. Do you think that is a bad sign?
I love Lego. I could happily do it all day. Here is some grown up Lego I bought just for myself.
And here is the real Farnsworth house.
This post is for my dear friend Aussie New Yorker, who said I never post any more. It's true, I have been inattentive to my blog. But life gets in the way. ...
xo
