Welcome to Wendy's Room
Wendy’s room was ultra plushie. Her mother and father had spared no expense on sending Wendy all the things she needed to make her room extra-cushy. Wendy had draped different fabrics along the walls, mostly whites and light pinks, some with patterns of little bunnies or antique ones with tiny magenta roses on them. She'd added a canopy to her bed and draped it with gauzy cream curtains, and plumped up with her bed two down feather beds and a down feather comforter all with the same antique rose pattern. A ton of pillows in various shapes and sizes in pinks and creams were placed at the head of her bed a long with five or six different dolls.
Wendy's room was filled with all sorts of lovely things. There was a tall wooden bookcase in a corner filled to the brim with different volumes of literature, everything from fairy tales to the occult to books on history, even to the obscure such as the migratory patterns of the phoenix. Next to that was a pile of rather large pile of pillows and head rolls, Wendy’s reading nook. To the right of that up against the wall was her desk littered with her schoolbooks and the latest and greatest of all computers. Then opposite it all was her Bureau, a small table with a lamp, a cordless phone, and a basket in the corner filled on the floor with fluffy little pillow just for her Rachisu, Artemis. On the outside of her door Wendy hung a white dry erase board for people to leave her notes when she wasn’t in; upon it she wrote: Wendy’s Room- speak friend and enter.
((OOC: feel free to drop in on Wendy anytime and say hi. ))
Wendy’s room was ultra plushie. Her mother and father had spared no expense on sending Wendy all the things she needed to make her room extra-cushy. Wendy had draped different fabrics along the walls, mostly whites and light pinks, some with patterns of little bunnies or antique ones with tiny magenta roses on them. She'd added a canopy to her bed and draped it with gauzy cream curtains, and plumped up with her bed two down feather beds and a down feather comforter all with the same antique rose pattern. A ton of pillows in various shapes and sizes in pinks and creams were placed at the head of her bed a long with five or six different dolls.
Wendy's room was filled with all sorts of lovely things. There was a tall wooden bookcase in a corner filled to the brim with different volumes of literature, everything from fairy tales to the occult to books on history, even to the obscure such as the migratory patterns of the phoenix. Next to that was a pile of rather large pile of pillows and head rolls, Wendy’s reading nook. To the right of that up against the wall was her desk littered with her schoolbooks and the latest and greatest of all computers. Then opposite it all was her Bureau, a small table with a lamp, a cordless phone, and a basket in the corner filled on the floor with fluffy little pillow just for her Rachisu, Artemis. On the outside of her door Wendy hung a white dry erase board for people to leave her notes when she wasn’t in; upon it she wrote: Wendy’s Room- speak friend and enter.
((OOC: feel free to drop in on Wendy anytime and say hi. ))
