Silver Sage Gallery

I had to ask myself multiple times why this seems so important. What about the lantern sitting on my coffee table and the black and white striped table runner, mean to me. Does it have meaning? I believe it does because time did a backward cartwheel and took me to being twelve years old, living back with my parents.

Being the twelve-year-old, who got a new seventeen magazine once of month. I remember tearing pictures of Nick Jonas out, not to hang on my walls but to fold up and look at when I would polish my nails. The glory days when I lived vicariously through my Bratz dolls and their over-sized party bus. I remember one of the most important decisions I had to make at twelve years old, what color to paint my room.

Paint is a snippet of your personality reflected by different color waves that make the eyes do the hustle. I had a white princess bed, so my parents wanted me to choose a color to compliment my beautiful bed with a sky blue canopy. They brought home swatches for me to chose, and the one that jumped out was this beautiful eggplant color.