I’m not sure what happened to me as I slept on Friday night. All I know is that I woke up on Friday morning with an insatiable desire to clean some stuff out and get some things done. Actually, my initial desire was to eat a bowl of yogurt now that I’ve been reunited with my triple berry crunch granola, but after that I was ready to get down to business. I would say it was business time but that phrase has taken on a whole new connotation to me ever since I saw Flight Of The Conchords.
I decided to start with making a pile of clothes that don’t fit Caroline anymore so I brought out all her fall/winter stuff from last year and had her try it on. It didn’t really take that long because she’s grown about five and a half feet in the last two months and I knew none of her pants would fit. My favorite moment was when I pulled out this darling leggings and dress outfit that I practically begged her to wear every day last year while she adamantly refused and she exclaimed, “OH MAMA! I LOVE THIS! IS IT NEW?” No, it’s not. You know what else isn’t new? Me beating my head against a wall because I do not understand why you want to drive me to the brink of sanity.
After sorting through her clothes, I moved around a few more things because I was officially inspired to go ahead and paint her room, which is a task I’ve been putting off all summer since I’ve been very busy going to the pool and eating ice cream sandwiches.
Speaking of ice cream sandwiches, I bought the miniature ones at HEB but have discovered they don’t taste nearly as good as the full-size version they serve at the pool. Some may say it’s psychological, but I smell a Blue Bell conspiracy. I’m not sure exactly what the conspiracy is since making everyone eat large ice cream sandwiches doesn’t make a lot of sense, but I’ll let you know when I put all the pieces together.
Anyway, I ordered new bedding for Caroline’s room over two months ago because it was on sale plus free shipping and I am all about some free shipping. As much as I love a good online purchase I just lament the cost of the shipping so I am a sucker for free postage. Long story short, most of the bedding came in, but two of the shams were on backorder and they were a crucial piece of the decorating puzzle because I knew I wanted to paint her walls some shade of green but wouldn’t know what shade until I saw the stripe on the aforementioned shames.
Is anyone even still reading this? Oh my word, cut to the chase.
So the shams finally arrived about a month ago, but I couldn’t get motivated to paint because the thought of taping all the trim, putting down plastic dropcloths, and gearing up to be a totally neurotic perfectionist made me want to throw myself off a speeding bus. And then something snapped on Friday and I was all like “TODAY IS THE DAY!”
Caroline spent Friday night and Mimi and Bops’ house and I spent Friday night painting. P was down in South Texas because he had to get up early on Saturday morning to shoot hogs out of a helicopter, which reminds me that I need to up his life insurance coverage because if he’s going to continue to engage in risky behavior I want to know that I can at least buy an iPhone and maybe a new purse if something happens to him.
I’m kidding because I don’t really need a new purse.
At some point I’ll do a total before and after post of the room, but right now there’s not much “after” because all I’ve done is paint the walls and I still need to get my grandmother’s furniture from my sister before I can finish it all and break out the new bedding that was shipped to me FREE.
This is the room before. I’d never really done much to it after moving her out of her crib, but it did have more on the walls. It just didn’t occur to me to take a “before” picture until I’d taken almost everything down.
And this is the room after I finished painting.
I was a little worried that it was too bright, mainly because it seemed like her room was emanating some sort of green glow reminiscent of a small party room full of leprechauns. However, it’s grown on me and I think it will look magically delicious once I get it all together.
Of course if it doesn’t, I’ll be forced to repaint the whole thing complete with about fifty Q-tips because that’s the only way I was able to perfectly line the edges of the white trim. Once again, nothing brings out my inner OCD like painting. It’s really a sickness.
At one point I accidentally got a blob of green paint on the moulding across the ceiling and I thought I was going to be sick. I may have even turned green.
Or maybe that was just the glow coming off the room.