A New Room

Joe is home. He came home Friday night. Earlier than I expected. He caught an earlier flight home from El Paso, where he was attending the Sergeants Major Academy. He was supposed to go last year, but he broke his arm just weeks before he was supposed to leave. I guess it all worked out in the end.

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.

And this is where all that red gingham bias tape went. I bought a white, simple dust ruffle and added bias tape along the edge.

Joe was pleasantly surprised. He can't say I didn't warn him.