However, we now have a spare bedroom. A really, really cluttered, not finished, you're-not-leaving-that-wallpaper-are-yo
Yesterday was more exiciting house stuff. After scaling the front steps which currently resemble the north face of K2 (I have huge hopes that today's spring like temperatures have changed that), I dove into the library. Shuffled boxes, moved bales, and disassembled the flat files so that I could get to the platform underneath. The legs on the platform are now cut down from 18" to 10", and the whole assembly now fits below the windowsill. Yay! The ability to open the window makes me happy. I don't *want* to, but I *could.* Then I got to reassemble the flat files. Then I unrolled the vellum that I bought last August. Running a liiiitle behind here... While I was doing that, the husband lowered the new dining room chandelier by two links. It's a little ridiculous how much better something that insignificant looks...
Isn't it great? I had this delusion that I'd buy a house, move in, and have my own space to work on projects. Projects OTHER than the house. I guess if that was the case I shouldn't have bought a house that needed to have every single room repainted.
This afternoon on my lunch break? I went to Home Depot and picked up paint chips. For the bedroom.
