If you're reading this, you must be a teenager, and out of guilt I told you to read this post. (Side note - isn't your mom cool for having a blog? I mean, I'm sure blogs are very passe in this future year, but trust me they're pretty cool in 2008.) I want to apologize for the fact that your bedroom as a 2-year-old is now painted the color "Dried Stem" - or "re-sale beige" as I like to call it.
Technically, you picked the color - you pointed to the swatch. It was between Dried Stem and Jute Brown, and I guess the outdoorsiness of the former just appealed to you more. I know that if it were really up to you, it would have been Sponge-Bob yellow or fire-engine red, but we had to think about re-sale here! We really do hope to move from Grand Forks one day and I don't want to have to re-paint. And yes, I know that Haley's room is a beautiful soft green but what you don't know is that she really wanted pink and I overrode her 2-year-old opinion too.
So I guess what I'm getting at is that since we (teenage you and myself) must be in the middle of an argument about whether or not you may paint your bedroom black - or some other hideous color - I promise to at least consider it instead of flat refusing you. But you have to promise you'll paint it back to re-sale beige before you move out!
Love, Mom