(I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while and I was going to put this in my last post about my husband being a handyman, but figured it needed a post all by itself.)
The seed was planted when I was a sophomore in college and visited a friend living in another state. While I was there, she took me to visit two of her other friends. They were sisters and lived in a very nice house with their parents. They shared a room (which I found odd for a seventeen and nineteen-year-old). The reason they shared a room though was they’d turned the other bedroom into a dressing room! It was filled with racks of clothes and had a huge mirror. I remember it was a mess in there but the fact that they had an entire room devoted to their clothes and shoes and purses and stuff was pretty awesome to me.