And no lampshades.
I love to decorate but I'm at a point in my life (translation: halfway to dead) where I want the stuff that I buy to be something that I really want, and not something that my brother used for 15 years and then gave to me. Unless, of course, that thing he used and then handed down was, say, a piano that Beethoven used as a kid and not a formica table that had been spray painted 29 times. Unfortunately, I can't actually afford what I really want most of the time, so my decorating desires remain dormant until the paint and valance demons within demand to be freed.
Which is why I walked out of TJ Maxx with everything but what I came for, and then headed to Lowe's for paint.
I came home giddy, and excited to get to work. My goal: to have it cleaned, painted, and all accessories put into place before the kids got home from school.
I keep a white board marker in my bathroom and write myself notes on the mirror to remember stuff. My kids picked up this habit from me, so you can tell a lot about what's going on in our family by reading our mirrors. Here's a note Samantha keeps over her sink:
She's for real, you guys. I still haven't figured out what I did to deserve her.
He's for real too, and so is his eczema.
Believe it or not, it was totally done before the kids got home from school. When they walked in I made them close their eyes while I led them into their new bathroom so we could enjoy the experience Genevieve Gorder style.
Next up, Drew's room. Anyone know how to hang a rope from the ceiling so he can swing into bed every night Indiana Jones style?