Black is Back

bedroomMy childhood room was nothing too dynamic in my opinion;  One problem was that it was never just “my” room.  I always had to share with a sibling.  It started out with me sharing my room with my older sister.  That was interesting as she never wanted me to touch any of her things, much less her clothes  (I did do a lot of sneaking her sweaters though!)  I’m sure that was one reason I spent a lot of time in Judy’s, my younger sibling’s room.  We had a lot of fun in her room playing and goofing around.  This was something that I was never allowed to do in “my” room.  Because it seemed that I was in Judy’s room so much my mom (I really think my older sister, Kathy, requested this), changed our bedrooms.   So I now shared with Judy and Kathy had her own room.  (still didn’t stop me from sharing her sweaters!!!)  We actually physically changed rooms.  Judy and I shared the larger room and Kathy had the smaller room which had been Judy’s to start with.   Continue reading

From Dad, With Love

bedroomI tend to be a creature of habit.  If something was done one way for me as a child, I feel the need to inflict that same thing on my kids.  The Christmas cookie decorating ritual would be one example.  Another example would be first bedrooms. Continue reading

In My Room

roomWhen I was a little girl, I had my own room. I don’t remember much about it except that my sister Sandy used to visit me and play. My roll-a-way had a handle that we pretended was the steering wheel on our pirate ship. Because we frequently got together to play in my room, our parents decided that we must want to share a room.  Continue reading