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Thought I would post a few pics of the kids rooms which we finished this week. The top one is Hunter's. He's going to have a graffiti wall which is not quite done yet. I might buy a mural that has graffiti already on it.

Belle's side of the room---she had to have hot pink!
Selena's sweet black and white stripes...very emo...it just fits her! She measured the stripes and everything...I love it.

Some people might say our colors are crazy...but my kids love them. And how long are they at home? Not long, and I want them to enjoy their rooms--not be suffocated by them! Rock on to the the color extreme!

Comments

Marcia said…
Yeah, those are some wild colors! But you're right, when they leave, or even if they get tired of them, you can always paint over them ;)

Marcia
January 25, 2008 at 10:59 PM
Tina said…
WooHoo! I love it. I really love it when people aren't afraid of paint and color. It's awesome!
January 28, 2008 at 8:16 AM
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