Bit of a writing lull lately.
Entire seasons have gone by. Kardashians have gotten divorced. Housewives of B.H. have surely had more bouts with botox. I just keep going down the rabbit hole...finding a new amazing blog, which leads me to another great blog, which leads me to another, which leads me to piles of clean laundry not put away and children interrupting my browsing to demand things like food, water, and clean diapers. geez. needy.
So, to recap...there's too much to recap. Moving onward and upward.
We're finally painting all the upstairs rooms, one at a time. We've been in this house for 3 years now, and I swore I wasn't going to be one of those people who moves in and says "we're going to paint everything really soon!" and then lives with half-finished walls and color sample squares up for the rest of their lives. But then life happened and I am one of those people. Sigh.
The office is done. check.
Our bedroom is half done. half check. And the way I left off makes it look like a giant phallus of gray-blue paint is sprouting up from the ground towards the ceiling. Not on purpose. It's haunting my dreams and I will finish tomorrow.
We also finally put together a plan for the little powder room. Here it is, coming at you. bam.
I just really like how the warmth of the gold mirror and frames
play off the cooler gray and white of everything else.
I think every room in a home should have something sentimental in it.
Something that makes it yours.
So inside the antique frames are paintings done by Wes' grandmother.
Good Chat. We'll talk again soon.