I'm Turning Into My Sister

Not a bad thing.  At all.  Somewhere during college between Web Design and Wireless Network Security I've come to realize the importance of cleaning and organization. I guess my parents told us to clean our rooms when we (I am the last of five children) were young.  I don't really remember.  I just know now that I have surprised myself because I actually enjoy it now.  However, since I moved home from college, my room is a disaster.

Well, who am I kidding? It's always been a disaster, in part because our parents are mild hoarders.  Maybe that's an exaggeration, but when I come across a random church bulletin from nearly a quarter of a century ago in my room that mentions my other sister's name, there may be some truth in the previous statement.

That's okay, though. We're working on it.  I have thrown a lot of old things away that just don't matter, and I have been encouraging my parents to do the same.  We are planning on having a garage sale next weekend of stuff that may have some use to someone else.  I am working on my room.  I ordered some bed risers for my love seat so it would fit my long legs better (and to shove some things underneath), and they showed up on my doorstep today.

Surprisingly, both sets came from Walmart for only eleven bucks.  With some Grits I get to work.  They turn out to be quite sturdy.  I hope to get a box of electronics put away underneath.

And it fits perfectly with the 5" set.

With the 3" set I decide that my lamp needs raised since it is not very tall.

Input: Cluttered Room. Output: Improvement. Success.  

I also must mention that the fan is currently being worked on. The old one's lights were hanging by the wires and the fan only worked on one of its speeds.