Style

I am sittig cross-legged on my sister's daybed trying to focus on finishing a paper that's due Monday. I have one page left and it's not too bad. I guess it's more of a story than a paper, but in my opinion, a paper is a paper.

I like this room a lot. There is a pink dresser that sits caddy-corner to the bed. The window is partially covered by a tapestry looking throw blanket. Next to the dresser is a sink-right-into oversized wicker lounge chair that is piled high with the clothes she decides not to wear. Next to the bed is a nightstand with a stereo that plays a never boring array of music. Her music ranges from oldies to classic rock to indie to christian to romantic Frank Sinatra/Josh Groban types. None of the furniture or bedding matches and everything has paint on it. There are random cut-outs of magazines taped to the wall along with paintings she's made and those we've found at garage sales. This room reminds me so much of my grandma.

I love my sisters. We are each different and similiar in our own ways. If I were to put one word to each of our styles, I would say I am "classic". Bianca is "laid-back" . Andrea's is "artsy."