Don’t you just love how I wrote BEFORE in all caps in the title line- just you know… to clear it up for anyone that thought this was my completed baby room.
Yes, the Art Room has gone far, far, far down hill. Can we just call it the Armpit of our house? The Problem Child room. The Black Sheep of the home.
Anyway, my baby room is now 80% done. I actually cried over this room. It took me a week to paint it, partly because I kept having to load up the girls and head back down to Sherwin-Williams and mostly because with 2 girls I could only work on it a little it at a time.
Oh dear baby in the womb- you better treasure and cherish your bloodsweatandtears <(really spellcheck you don’t LIKE how I spelled that?!) baby room.
And a few more Craptastic shots of the the BEFORE.
BEFORE. Remember that.
Because you never know when you might want to start a project that includes a plastic doll, a tripod, a cardboard box, and some forgotten fabric… it’s best to just leave it all out.
Being prepared is SMART.
This picture makes me go yesss. Yesss. Yessss.
All ya’ll trashy stuff, are a burning in the town dump, hanging out getting to know new junk at Save and Serve thrift, you saw our front curb, or you are in bins in my guest room dresser. You do not control me anymore. NOW I CONTROL YOU.
Piles and piles of photo albums from over-eager jenny in the 1900s, I so hate you all.
Stopped vacuuming this room.
Closet of horror. Housing all G’s music folders from every choral group ever sung in, and books from college days of yore.
And (dreamy face) that oh so uber cool and elusive green SNOWBOARDING JACKET G wore all through our SMBI days. He roamed the halls wearing that jacket with cargo pants, long sleeved Ts with ski lingo-logo-jargon, and some very kickin’ soccer shoes that were quite “new” in that time period. Who was this man that sat around with a LAPTOP AND A SMALL CELLULAR DEVICE?! Oh, and what? he buys things online– who does that?
Anyway, so I love and hate that jacket. Great memories. Belongs elsewhere.
And because I am weird in more ways than one- I had to go shoot the old soccer shoes with my camera phone. They are too good to miss. Please remember these were being worn in what…. 1999. Pretty pushin’ it in their day. Rumor has it, G’s school kids admire them now.
We keep them around,
“just in case I ever need them for a dirty project.”
Closer closet details. I feel like this has turned into a scandalous expose.
Hanging Folders: more hardworking than their nemesis Laying Flat Folders.
Sewing area delights. Happy to report this sewing machine now also resides in a landfill somewhere.
Ok, well that’s all folks.
Come back in 2.5 months…