In 8th grade, my entire room was leopard. It started with the classic Ralph Lauren leopard print comforter, and then it slowly just became "my thing". Soon enough I had leopard pillows, leopard string lights, a leopard bulletin board, and a leopard mirror.
I am glad that I made my mom keep the mirror all these years, because this week, I painted it and it's now in our front room. It started out gold with the outside border made from brown embossed leather.
I am glad that I made my mom keep the mirror all these years, because this week, I painted it and it's now in our front room. It started out gold with the outside border made from brown embossed leather.
Two colors of paint later...
There are a TON of imperfections with my DIY project, but eh, you can't really tell. The thing I seem to have the hardest time with in projects like this is dealing with removing the painters tape. Whenever I pull it off, it peels the pain right off with it. So this time, I used an exacto knife to slice the paint away from the tape before I peeled it off. I know that part of this could be solved by taking the tape off before the paint dries, but what do you do when you need to paint two coats?
I forgot to take a before picture of the frame, so today I went over to my parents' house to see if I could find an old picture that the frame would be in the background of. No luck. I did, however, have to confront the realization that I was a tacky mess when I was younger. I don't know if I should blame it on the suburbs or wet seal, but I had a legit leopard addiction... and clear braces.
If memory serves correct, I had lots of friends in middle school. More than any other time of my life. But after going through hundreds of pictures today, it makes no sense. I wouldn't have been friends with me. Someone should have stepped in and told me to pump the breaks.
This picture was taken after the 8th grade dance aka the day I finally convinced my mom to let me get solar nails. You can clearly see that I had leopard sheets and that my name is Lauren.
Christmas morning 1999. Every 8th grader wants a leopard blanket from Santa...
New Years. What? You didn't have a leopard tube top with attached black feathers? Tastefully covered up by your knit shrug? I am sure my friend in this picture has no desire to be on my blog, so I blurred his face in the interest of his privacy. He's pretty good looking under there...
And yes. You can bet your ass I had some 2 inch thick rocket dog platform sandals with leopard toe straps.
Moving on to senior year...
You're welcome.
Love,
Lauren
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