I have just finished a second coat of paint on our bedroom and I just have two thoughts:
1. Our bedroom is entirely too large.
2. I miss my painting buddy. The “rolling” role that is usually filled by J. is a lot of work.
I have happily graduated to doing the trim work without any blue tape, though. Come to find out I can freehand the trim much straighter and faster than if I had taped it.
So, in case you have forgotten here is what we have been living with for the past four years…
It kinda looks like I haven’t cleaned off my nightstand in the past four years, doesn’t it? And while I kept saying the wallpaper “really isn’t that bad,” it is kinda old-ladyish and enough is enough.
So, we kicked around color ideas for many months, and we debated whether we should de-wallpaper before painting for at least as many months. We decided (after our big failed attempts in Em’s room) that whatever wallpaper glue they used in the 60s kind of disintegrates the 100-year old stucco that our walls are made. And our walls are incredibly smooth right now – you can’t even find the seams…so we decided that the wallpaper will stay.
The color debate was a much harder one to decide.
I liked the Restoration Hardware Silver Sage there in the middle – J. said it was too “green.”
J. wanted a blue, maybe a robin’s egg color or “Tiffany” blue – I said they were all too “blue.” I can’t wake up to a room that is that…bright. So we finally agreed on a color – called appropriately, “Hydrangea.” It is really pretty. But, you will all have to wait til tomorrow to see a pic because it is just too dark to really see it tonight.
On a completely different wild hair…I’ve been cleaning out everything. Every time I walk through a room I’m constantly scouting things that I can Craigslist or donate or pass off to friends. Just Saturday I was eyeing up the girls’ play kitchen in the playroom and I thought to myself, “they don’t ever even play with it anymore, I should just get rid of it.”
Yeah. You know what is coming. The VERY next day…I walk out into the front lawn and see this…
Every piece of food and every last dish from the kitchen was out in the lawn being used for a “family reunion picnic.”
Drats. It is like taking toys from a baby…
…and I can’t deny my babies those little things that bring them such joy, now can I?