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same_skyMy bed is in the dining room.
M and I have been living with a bedroom in a horrible state of disarray. Back in March, we started peeling wallpaper, and then we (surprise, surprise) stalled out. In our defense, we have had a lot going on. Around that time, it started getting warm and it became necessary to do at least some yard work. Meanwhile, we have had the ugliest walls ever. We had finished peeling the paper, but for some reason, we did not get all the tiny pieces of white paper off while we were at it, leaving the touch-ups for a separate round. That was.. why the heck did we do that? Anyway, that's where we got off course. Four weeks ago, I decided on a course of action: we would have all the little bits off and the first round of drywall/spackle on by a certain date. That date, of course, was two weeks ago. However, having consulted our calendars and finding that we are going to a wedding next weekend and to West Virginia to meet up with Carrie, Mike and the adorable MrE, and if we don't do something NOW we are going to live with peeling paper forever, we decided to get back on that.
So, last night we were scraping paper until ten, and today we not only finished scraping the paper, we lit a fire under our tails to get it done by moving our bed into the dining room. The next phase is going to be messy and dusty and a bed would only be in the way anyway, so we moved it out right away. After we were finished, M says, "wow, we should have done this weeks ago. We would have made ourselves finish by now!" And then I threw rocks at him because four weeks ago when I made that deadline? That was a compromise because M did NOT like the idea of jump-starting the process by moving the bed out. Men!
This is one of the irises that a retired programmer at work brought me, and the only one that he brought that's blooming this year. Too bad about the background, but it's a nice picture other than that.
We also made the trek out to Home Depot and wandered around staring at everything. I used to hate those kinds of stores with a passion but they are so much fun now that we have the house. I bought myself three hanging ferns for the front porch. I don't know why, but ferns are what I envisioned hanging there, and I decided against talking myself into flowers, even though they were cheaper. It's really cute. We also replaced the light on the porch because we found one for $11 and M hated the old one with such a fiery passion that I was becoming concerned about his blood pressure.
In any case, I guess it's time to go put sheets on my dining room bed. There's something you don't say every day...
M and I have been living with a bedroom in a horrible state of disarray. Back in March, we started peeling wallpaper, and then we (surprise, surprise) stalled out. In our defense, we have had a lot going on. Around that time, it started getting warm and it became necessary to do at least some yard work. Meanwhile, we have had the ugliest walls ever. We had finished peeling the paper, but for some reason, we did not get all the tiny pieces of white paper off while we were at it, leaving the touch-ups for a separate round. That was.. why the heck did we do that? Anyway, that's where we got off course. Four weeks ago, I decided on a course of action: we would have all the little bits off and the first round of drywall/spackle on by a certain date. That date, of course, was two weeks ago. However, having consulted our calendars and finding that we are going to a wedding next weekend and to West Virginia to meet up with Carrie, Mike and the adorable MrE, and if we don't do something NOW we are going to live with peeling paper forever, we decided to get back on that.
So, last night we were scraping paper until ten, and today we not only finished scraping the paper, we lit a fire under our tails to get it done by moving our bed into the dining room. The next phase is going to be messy and dusty and a bed would only be in the way anyway, so we moved it out right away. After we were finished, M says, "wow, we should have done this weeks ago. We would have made ourselves finish by now!" And then I threw rocks at him because four weeks ago when I made that deadline? That was a compromise because M did NOT like the idea of jump-starting the process by moving the bed out. Men!
This is one of the irises that a retired programmer at work brought me, and the only one that he brought that's blooming this year. Too bad about the background, but it's a nice picture other than that.
We also made the trek out to Home Depot and wandered around staring at everything. I used to hate those kinds of stores with a passion but they are so much fun now that we have the house. I bought myself three hanging ferns for the front porch. I don't know why, but ferns are what I envisioned hanging there, and I decided against talking myself into flowers, even though they were cheaper. It's really cute. We also replaced the light on the porch because we found one for $11 and M hated the old one with such a fiery passion that I was becoming concerned about his blood pressure.
In any case, I guess it's time to go put sheets on my dining room bed. There's something you don't say every day...
