Holy cow, people, I am all turned about! More major reno going on in our kitchen, deliveries of cabinets, scheduling kerfluffles with the contractor, E-man is cutting more teeth…and now the Bubs isn’t feeling well.
The Hubs and I talked it out, and I decided that I didn’t want to spend our money on a dress, etc. for the ball (as in Marine Corps). It’s not mandatory for him to go and we’d both rather have some time to ourselves rather than at a “forced fun” event with other peeps that I don’t know.
I’ll be blogging more later, but right now I’m watching the Steelers play the Broncos with the Hubs and I wanna hang out with my man!
A while ago, I let the Bubs pick out some reasonably priced train pictures from Allposters.com. Among them was a metal Lionel Train sign that I didn’t quite know how to display. The Bubs kept asking me when I was going to hang it in his room and I told him I would come up with something soon…
Since his room looks like this right now (see below) I wasn’t too worried about it.
In the process of taking things off the walls in the kitchen a few days ago, I came across a bulletin board that I’d made a long time ago out of fabric-wrapped cork and a salvaged wooden picture frame. Hmm…possibilities.
David, to his delight, helped me paint the frame and the edges of the fabric a glossy black using acrylic paint and “mommy’s special paint brushes”.
Even though it may be a bit before we can hang it up in his room, we both had fun and the Bubs learned a practical lesson in reusing and recycling.
Not to mention, I think it will look pretty cool hanging up on his wall with the other artwork he picked out once his floors are finished and his bedroom set to rights.
Going “green” with paint….now that’s something we can get behind!
Whew! What a week last week turned out to be! Between our usual kid mania and getting the ball rolling on our floor re-pair/kitchen re-do, this is the first chance I’ve had to jump on here.
A little while back, our furnace unit leaked all over our floor and we didn’t catch it until it had done a good deal of damage. We had an insurance adjuster out lickety-split and now the repairs are underway.
I emailed a friend about all of the goings on and I told her that I felt relieved that the repairs were happening despite the mess and disruption. I also told her to remind me I said that when the mess is messier and the disruptions are, well, more disruptive.
All this is a precurser to our kitchen being redone (hallelujah!!) and maybe, just maybe…drumroll please….a small studio for me.The Hubs may be a touch more excited about it than I am (believe it or not). If I had a place to put all my art stuff, I may just quit leaving a trail of it around the house. Or not, but it sounds like a great justifying statement, don’t it? You bet!
Anyway, this is the potential studio. Stop snickering. Yes, that is an honest-to-goodness hot tub from the 70’s. The Hubs has an odd affection for the thing, but he and I both agree that it’s getting the axe (or sledgehammer?) soon.
We nail down the details of the rest of the work with the contractor tomorrow. In other words, we’ll find out how far the money will take us. For now, the small room that I’m grandly calling a studio, is just a possibility. We’ll find out the reality tomorrow. A girl can still dream, though…….