I was thinking the other day about my childhood.
I shared my bedroom with my sister growing up.
That led to homemade forts, pillow fights and sometimes fist fights!
For the most part, we always had fun because "in those days" we had to come up with ways to entertain each other.
It was something we looked forward to doing because we would grab our "perfume bottle microphones" and sing all the tunes. Sometimes we would act them out. Then we would guess the number one song.
We had two dressers in our room. I had the three drawer dresser with mirror and she had the highboy.
Our jewelry box and dolls sat on top. (so did the "microphones")
That got me thinking of those dressers. My sister still has them. They are french provincial.
I think that is why I love old dressers. They were an important part of our room!
You see they were my moms dressers and they were handed down to her and then she handed them to my sister.
But those dressers were from a simpler time in my life. A time of trundle beds and barbie dolls.
Tickling each others back and telling scary bedtime stories.
and though we didn't have a lot
we had a fortune!
We share a bond and love that can never be broken.
As I completed painting this beauty
( yes it matched the two toned vanity I redid and couldn't bare painting )
that was the memory that came to mind.
(yes I painted the whole thing this time)
I wanted to share it with you!
Thanks for being here!!
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