Who was I fooling, thinking I could go in there and just paint the floors? Myself only, apparently. (Steve says he knew I'd do it all. Of course he did.) Because once I really got in there and on my hands and knees after just one coat of floor paint - the walls were crying out to me. The walls in the room that are shared by a ten and four year old boy, not my tidiest two children, and actually the very two who are most inclined to just grab a hammer and nail and make things happen on their own. So the walls got a fresh coat. And just as soon as that was done, it was clear that the trim needed it too, and so a fresh coat of trim was put all around the room. And then another floor coat, oh my. I won't let myself look up at the ceiling - I just can't. Because that's all out of order and not possible. And it's so humid, and I am ready to be done painting. I'm sure it's fine. (Right? It's fine.) I'm a little behind my self-imposed painting schedule, and there are a few more colors of paint in my hair than I ever intended to be this week, but all is well. It'll all be better for the efforts, and there's still time to get this mess of a room put back together.
The quilt is coming along swimmingly (swimming. that's what I should be doing!), with the quilting done, binding made and ready for attaching. The hardest part from here on out is going to be finding a show of some sort to watch on the laptop while I handsew the binding, because that's the only way I know how to pass the hours needed to get that kind of a tedious job done. But I'm quite certain I've seen every single BBC and PBS series created - at least two times - and well, I really don't stray very far from that in my watching. It has to be pretty, and not too fast-moving and definitely not scary (yes, yes, I'm talking about my movie needs, not my four year olds, though perhaps that should apply for all).
So. Problems to solve. Messes to clean up. Rooms to put back together.
In the meantime, throughout the rest of the house, I'm rather enjoying the domino effect of a room rearrange. You know what I'm talking about? When this dresser taken out of that room makes more sense over here in this other room, and then that makes for a new coffee table, and while we're at it, a table in the living room might be nice, and I was thinking a bigger table in the library is in order before fall starts, anyway.....and then, suddenly, with ease and an extra set of hands, there are "new" corners everywhere. I know you already know this, but it really is one of my favorite things to do. In the end, we have a space or a corner that works a little bit better for us, that opens up new possibility for play, rest, work or connection. And that, well, that I love.
Some newly rearranged little corners to distract us all from the mess. More to come, naturally...
