I got the best Valentine’s Day gift ever!
Ok, maybe not the best ever, but it’s up there. My husband started walling up the completely unnecessary and even-more-completely ugly doorway leading from our office into our bedroom. I can’t wait to have a whole wall there so I can paint. I’ve chosen a totally funky avocado green and chocolate brown paint combination, along with a little mustardy yellow and teal as accents. (I know. That’s the look my mom gave me. Would you people trust me?!)
We’ve been in this house for almost 5 months now, and I can’t believe how unsettled I feel. Yes, it feels like home, but there are still boxes waiting to be unpacked and the ugly wallpaper borders are still waiting for me to take them down.
I’m trying, but I’m tired. I have tons of ideas, but my body just won’t cooperate. After a long day at work, I could get lost in sites like Houzz.com for hours, imagining what could be if I could just get my butt of the couch. And then I do get my butt off the couch to cook, and run errands, and chase my boy, and the extras just never seem to get done. I think what I really need is a reality show! You know, the ones where the interior designers and sexy carpenter dudes show up and transform your sorry home.
I could get down with that.
But today, it seems that progress is happening. Many thanks to my Valentine for that. And it was light out when I left for work, and for most of my drive home. That means spring is on the way.
Brighter days ahead.