I decided to opt out of my bowl of cereal dinner routine for my last meal as a 24 year old, and classed it up with a pasta/sausage/veggie medley. I'd like to think I was loading up on all my carbs, proteins, vitamins and minerals in preparation for drinking, dancing, and all around shenanigans later that evening. I must have done something right, because I woke up the following morning SANS hangover (although those 8 cups of water and late night turkey sandwich might have had something to do with it...)

Breakfast of (25 year old) champions. Post saturday night shambles, myself and 4 other friends headed for a celebratory brunch, complete with homemade chocolate cake topped with sparkler candles, sprinkles, and an always embarrassing round of public happy birthday singing

My last hurrah as a 24 year old took a turn for the worse when a party guest teetered off his bar stool and landed on my foot. Not just any foot, my right foot of das boot fame. The very same foot that I broke some 2 years ago under an amplifier gone rogue. I woke up Sunday morning to a grotesquely swollen, bruised and sore foot. Needless to say, my afternoon plans of strolling the streets and trawling thrift store aisles in all my wise and bargain saavy 25 year old glory were shot. With a little help from HGTV, houseguests, rest, ice and elevation, not even a gimpy foot could put a damper on my bday.

No hard feelings 25. I know were going to have a great year together.

Epically disastrous redesign FAIL. And not just in a tragic but somewhat endearing kind of way. In a self destructive kind of way.

It all started when I decided to take the plunge and get into the nitty gritty of project revamp. I've been staring at these blank walls long enough, it was time for action!

Mission drapey string turned out surprisingly well, considering my somewhat questionable history with DIY. One suede cord, two push pins and a handful of binder clips (that my office generously and unknowingly donated to the cause) later and I was one step closer to HGTV stardom.

Infused with my newfound flare for hanging things in that casual-yet-strategically-placed aesthetic, I decided to tackle the one task I'd been dreading. That unruly pile of photos, picture frames and postcards staring me down from my chair.

Mid process, I kept noticing red smears across the glass, my wall, even my bedspread. I had been handling a set of red picture frames, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out how i managed to get red paint everywhere. UNTIL I looked down and realize that i was profusely BLEEDING from an open wound on my thumb. decorating casualty!

once i was cleaned up and bandaged, i set to work cleaning up my bloody mess. In a frenzy of frustration, I managed to break the glass on one of my bigger frames-the very same frame that I cut my finger on!! bastard.

so...well just say its a work in progress.

And so the great room design continues!

What started out as an innocent project to fix a few holes in my wall (who knew 3M made PERMANENT wall tape??!!) has morphed into a full fledged makeover. If you look closely, you might be able to see the blocks of sheen on the wall where I've spackled, primed and painted patches on the wall...fingers crossed that goes away...

Now that phase 1 is complete (at least as good as i can get it), its on to the wall decorations. I've taken down all my pictures and posters, starting from scratch. I'm planning on slowly working on building towards some sort of cohesive design, TBD.