It's called maturity when you finally realize that you are who you are and you can't change it. For me, it was finding this book after a couple years and realizing that while I might admire offbeat decor and secretly want to be someone who paints her ceiling gold and has a tree growing into her house--it's not me. I am a woman of sober temperment and stripped down tastes. It's just too much visual stimulation, not to mention trouble, to encrust my bathroom with glued on toys. And think of the resale value!
So I'm not a creative ultra-living kind of girl. Whatever.
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