Another stormy day . . .
When I cleaned all the stuff out of our old bedroom last week, I ended up moving it across the landing to the spare bedroom. This is the stuff that nightmares are made of . . .
So I'll just close the door on this and concentrate on my new, soon to be scrapbooking room . . .
My hubby was a sweetheart and primed the walls for me, with his paint sprayer, but I know the hard part is yet to come. I'm hoping to let things dry for a few days and then roll on the Asparagus green via mommy power. I can't wait to get moved in!
2 months ago