To my pleasant surprise, someone broke into my bedroom this past weekend to recreate my mother’s childhood bedroom into my own personal phase 5 apartment. I now not only have adorable button bookends, but a corkboard, and a closepin ribbon photo holder across my mirror. Thank you for all the notes, they couldn’t have come at a better time. I’ve never felt so appreciated by everyone!
If you are wondering, yes this is better than Phase 5. I have a chef downstairs insisting to make dinner for me promptly at 5:00, and the roommates are so quiet I often forget I’m not alone. I even get to have a cat! (even though one could argue it looks remarkably like a beached seal)