Showing posts with label love notes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love notes. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

paint progression

Although Sarah's room still looks a bit like a Bronco zone (for those non-Colorado readers, the Denver Broncos' team colors are orange and blue), we are making progress. The carpet isn't up yet but the walls, ceiling, doors, and most of the trim are painted--hooray! And yes, Serin, the ceiling really is orange, too. That stupid hole in the wall above the shelf used to have a hideous metal light fixture attached to it. What idiot thought it would be a good idea to have a light fixture 18" from the ceiling? I've got to find an electrical plate with which to cover the hole (or perhaps a cute piece of art to lean on the shelf).

My dad built me this shelf that I brought from our former house. It has been hanging from our garage rafters for over four years and I am so happy to finally give it a place inside. I got a little teary-eyed when I read this forgotten inscription on the back:

My dad always signs his finished work on the back in a black Sharpie marker. Finding this one made me want to record the one on the bottom of my solid hard-rock maple butcher block that he made me almost 23 years ago, the first Christmas I was married:

I will always love those little forgotten love notes from my dad. Mark had to saw off about 7" from the end of the shelf to make it fit in the room. I made him pose for this manly shot with a power tool--he's my man!

The next step is to pull up the carpet, but having had a headache in some form or other for the past several days, I just wasn't up to tackling it myself this afternoon. Mark said he would take it on tomorrow.

And I just couldn't let my favorite painting shoes go undocumented. They're an old, old pair of Dansko clogs that are SO comfortable and have seen me through more projects that I can count--cross-country projects in fact, ranging from Colorado to Pennsylvania to South Carolina!

Hopefully by next week at this time Sarah will be once again sleeping in her own room and I can start putting the house back to normal. It's always amazing to me when I paint a room in the house how it seems to throw everything into chaos. I'm ready for the chaos to end.