why I vowed never to use wallpaper 7 years ago. Our house in NH was built in 1880, and when we moved in every single room in the house was covered with a different hideous wallpaper. We removed said wallpaper from all rooms but one. It was an excruciating process because the paper was simply pasted onto horse-hair plaster with no paint on it. It was miserable, and the painting after was delightful. (Anyone who has seen that house, or pictures of it knows that we went a little color crazy there.) After that process I said I would never put wallpaper up. So what did I do in L3’s room in NY? Put up a wallpaper border (at least it was only that) with a fun bug theme because it was/is one of his nicknames. This morning I spent at least two hours removing said wallpaper border. Bleh. Then proceeded to paint the boy’s room for the next 9 hours with L1. Meanwhile, the children commandeered our bedroom since much of L3’s stuff had gone in there. They happily spent the day making a hiding place around our bed and filling it with their books and stuffed animals. L4 didn’t get a nap, had multiple potty mishaps all day long, and is now asleep. L3 has been saying thank you to L1 and I for painting his room for his b-day, which has been sweet.
It is not done, however. When we did L3’s room 4 years ago we painted the bottom 90% one shade of blue, then the border, then the top 10% of the walls and the ceiling (yes, the ceiling!) another shade of blue. So after the border was painstakingly removed this morning L1 painted the ceiling while I cut in the green wall paint. The ceiling has two coats and probably needs a third. The walls are done. The bottom baseboard has a coat, as does the trim around the doorway and the closet door. We still have to paint the triple window on his west wall for the first time, then his built in dressers and desk. Guess what I’m doing tomorrow?
I have been steadily working on other projects since my last post. I am working on the second sleeve of L3’s sweater, have made him two more tank tops, with a third almost done, have knit the sock-pal sock into the gusset (i think this time it is a keeper!), have made another hooded towel for L3 (we’re gifting the first to his cousin for his birthday while in MV) and a little napkin for L3 at the table, too. OH, and I made a little bag for a soon to be big sister. L4 insisted on having one after she saw the gift, so I made her one too. Someday (maybe tomorrow if I have time) I’ll get some pictures up here of some of this.
Anyone else out there have things they said they wouldn’t do, then did, then remembered why they said they wouldn’t? Want to share and possibly help save the rest of us from your fate?
“Choosing succulence is a deliberate act of personal revolution. It means waking up! Embracing your true self, studying your patterns, and letting out your most alive self. WE ALL HAVE ONE.” –Sark