Annual Spastic clean and furniture rearranging.

So ever since my sister moved out and went to live and work in London with her boyfriend I've had the room (well the whole flat) to myself. And one of the first things I did was completely destroy the room tearing it apart storing my sisters belongings into big plastic boxes and dragging my dollhouse into my room. So last year it looked like this.

Which worked out fine cause originally the shelf in the corner was disassembled from the study table it was connected to. Where the doll house is used to be a very heavy industrial sewing machine (which I dragged outside to the living room on my own thank you very much). And the used to be bunk bed is now just a double with the mattress and bars lying underneath my bed.
Probably a year later this is what became of my room...

Scary isn't it. Looks like a preview to next weeks episode of hoarders. So after the last 6 weeks or so of ' I need to clean my room'. I came home after work on Saturday and went hardout. Got rid of all the crap that I didn't need. Filed all my paper work, clothes put away. And suddenly *bam* the idea hit me. Rearrange the furniture around! Like cleaning the room wasn't already a mission and a half.
So cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. I even cleaned my window sill and my windows! Yep, spastic cleaning indeed. The end result..

And gosh does it feel nice to have open space in front of my door! So now that I have an area of my room exposed my ugly wall is also exposed. The wall is water damaged so the pain kinda went bubbly and dried like that so theres just dry bubbles and some cracking paint.
So thats where operation black board and sofa(?) came in. First things first. Sofa? too big and heavy, whats the next best thing. BEAN BAG SOFA!!!! So googled some, prices 100+ 200+ ehh...
D.I.Y!  why? cause I can.


So out I go buy fabric, bag of beans, sew sew sew. And no I don't have a car; which means, yes I carried 2 x 100L bags of bean bag refills on the bus. OH MY GOD! Disaster. One bag is already bigger than me. Imagine TWO! 
But in the end I did get home... some how.

2 Hours later, done! Not a worry. Now I just need to get cracking on that wall.
TBC ta~