While Joe was away, I had a secret Work in Progress. You've seen snippets of it, but I was pretty tight-lipped about it, as to not ruin the anniversary/Fathers Day surprise.
I painted our bedroom. It used to be purple. Now it's a light aqua. I love it.
I won't go into detail about the first wrong color choice (that made me feel like I was living in a swimming pool); or the fact that I had to sand and prime several times; or that I came down with mastitis in the middle of this project; or that my friend, Kim, came to the rescue and painted trim while I had a bruised palm. The fact is, it's finished ... almost.
Every night while Joe was away, I burned the midnight oil. I painted or cleaned or sewed or moved furniture every night (except the night I was the sickest). When he came home Friday night, a night early, I hadn't finished.
This is the direct passage into Spenser's bedroom and the baby's makeshift nursery from my side of the bed.
A corner where the attic steps are in our bedroom. I really want to get a wooden chair and paint it red. I think. I still need some type of window treatment (which was scheduled for a late Friday-night sewing extravaganza). And when I finally find a chair I want, I will make a seat cover.