I think I'm *almost* done making over my 12 x 12 sanctuary. Come on in and see the changes the junk room has undergone in only the past 7 months.
Junk room was boring, uninviting and not used optimally.
My new bedroom and study just this past September: much better, but walls are still bare and frames empty.
What my room looked like this morning. So can you spy what's new and different?
Found lovely pink bow-tie cushions from Home Goods. And excuse my chicken scratch of an "E." Joann's is out of stock for these paper mache letters, and I still need to find pretty scrapbook paper to Mod Podge the letters. The paper flags will also be moved to Audrey's room.
Found this decal on Etsy. This verse is my daily reminder.
Yay for pictures finally populating the frames.
My triple threat ottomans from Target. I initially looked everywhere for a bench to place at the foot of the bed, but couldn't find anything affordable or small enough. So I bought a pair of these for $20 a pop to: 1) offer seating for guests (er...Audrey), 2) be my step stool to reach items way up high in the closet, and 3) store knickknacks and baby toys.
I've actually re-arranged this little corner on my bookshelf already. But I like this "crafty" look and am including it for your enjoyment.
Once "HOPE" has been prettied up, I'm going to adhere these 3-D flowers so they dance across the wall.
When I first moved back to my parents' house last January, I stayed in the guest room downstairs living out of a duffel bag for close to 2 months because all other rooms were occupied (and trust me, the guest room is about as inviting as the former junk room). I then moved up to Steph's room when she left for missions in China. It wasn't until a full 6 months later that I moved into my "new" room. And even though I've been living in this new space for half a year, I still get giddy before bed each night just soaking in how God blessed me with a new room, a new beginning. The room is a visual, tangible reminder of God's transformative and healing powers at work in my life. He can turn anything, even ugly, useless ashes into a crown of beauty. I still mourn daily over a life that could/should have been, but I also have a deep-seated joy that He will turn my brokenness into something new and beautiful.