so yesterday, after years of torturing myself about the state of my kids shared bedroom, i finally did something intelligent. i started moving furniture. i zoned. i eliminated. i categorized. i vaccuummedd. for six hours. you can now hardly notice that the walls got painted before the acrylic and mouldings were put on. the thing is. my mom was here while we were "finishing" the house and the kids being a priority i thought hell we'll acrylic later. and handed mom a paint brush. i had prepped the walls (sort of) and given a couple coats of just the right blue, leaving spaces of white, and said mom, do clouds. and went of to paint the living room. she gave us the sisteen chapel. go mom.
which i have never done justice to since i am a lazy individual and have been too broke to buy nice furniture and therefore since i can't have exactly what i want have done virtually nothing. and of course felt very guilty about it knowing i have an excellent base to get imaginative with. and knowing that i could use my crafty ways to make them cool furniture. and finish the darn mouldings. (expensive) so tho make a long story short, i finally saw the layout light and hooray i am RELIEVED. no new furniture involved.( i had seen a wall unit in white washed oak that had formerly been in a cute shop of some kind and was just the right size and yada yada. but my dear friend mike wanted too much money for it) so ANYWAY, all i wanted to say was that this morning i was doing the rounds turning off all those lights everyone leaves on unneccessarily, and i see my little boy, the 5 yr old king of i can't do it, do it for me, up on his sister's bed plumping the pillows and smoothing the duvet. making the beds! i have made a difference. pleased pleased pleased.