Ahhh…bless you Pinterest, for sparking my imagination, when sincerely–I was happy with the brown paneling.
Ok, well, happy isn’t completely, one hundred percent honest.
I don’t mind admitting that I am just so thrilled to be in the place where I have some kind of house–at all–that it doesn’t really matter to me if it isn’t entirely perfect. I’m grateful and happy to make do.
But after spending a bit of time seeing the “Dark Paneling Makeovers” that are on the internet everywhere these days, I will admit–a few coats of white paint wins. Hands down.
It has taken a bit of doing though. Primer, more primer, and then several coats of paint. It will indeed be perfect when we’re finished.
And going from this…
to this–as unfinished as it is…
is a huge improvement. Wouldn’t you say?
I’m deeply grateful to my kind and generous worker bees who seem to have so much happy energy.
Thank you. Thank you.
It’s going to be awesome!
It’s been quite a while since Miss Chompy has come downstairs to my realm and said, “Grammy, let’s do our nails!” Which means of course that she already has the enormous bag of ancient polishes from when her mom was a teen. Some of the colors are old and sticky, but there are a surprising few that still work. The little girlie can never ever decide which color is her absolute favorite so most often–she will opt for the Color Fest–or one of all the good ones.
I hope she’ll ask me to paint her nails for another few decades yet. Hanging out with this little muffin never gets old, and with or without the polish she colors our world just right.
While I was looking at the real estate For Sale site the other day, Miss Chompy came in and asked what I was doing. I said, I’m looking for a house that I can live in someday.
Pointing to the home on the computer screen, she said, “That one’s nice. You should buy it.”
I said, “Yeah, but I have to save up a ton of money first. Even small houses cost a lot.”
She got all excited and ran out of the room calling back, “Don’t worry, Grammy. I’ll help you!”
The sweetheart came back with the penny jar and this sign.
My sweet Beany has not been feeling so good for the last few days.
You know, sleeping a lot.
Thinking about sleeping a lot.
Now and then he will take a long drink of water, but not too much in the way of actual food.
I’m beginning to wonder if he remembers our deal.
Do you remember Beany?
I love you with all my might…
and you just live forever.
I think that’s fair.