Tomorrow is a girl scout meeting. Am I ready? Nope. I have a plan, I even have the supplies. I just haven't thrown it all together yet.
Next Tuesday I have a baby. Do I have a car seat yet? Nope. I figure Mike'll pick one up when I'm in the hospital.
And, once again, next Tuesday I have a baby. So now would be a great time to paint the attic staircase and my room.
But see, the attic stairwell was just so gross. A single coat of whitewash over 104 year old plaster. The steps in a worn out brown paint over worn out brown wood. It needed something. And I gave it something--a butter yellow on the walls and a brick red oil shine on the steps. It looks like a new place.
My room? Ahem. Here's a snippet of the wallpaper we've been living with for 10 years:
Now, some optimistic folks might think, hey, floral, that isn't so bad. But it is pervasive in the environment, like the common cold virus, all over every vertical or semi-vertical surface in the room. And I'm a stickler about florals. I think that flowers that grow together on a stem should have:
a) the same color, or at least range of color. Navy, brown, and yellow do not grow on the same plant.
b) the same number of petals. This one really bugs me. Six-petaled and five-petaled flowers do not grow on the same plant. Not without some sort of radiation accident.
c) the same general size. There should not be large-as-my-fist 5 color monsters growing next, and connected to, tiny 4-petaled powder blue buttons. It's just wrong.
I realized that with baby coming, and baby sleeping in a crib next to my bed, if I didn't paint RIGHT NOW I'd be living with this wallpaper in another 3 years. All the rest of the house has been saved from old lady wallpaper syndrome. Why I chose to leave my room for last, I just can't tell you. But Mike smoothed out the seams and cracks this evening while I was at book club, and tomorrow I will prime over this wallpaper (I know, if we were true purists, we would scrape and mud and sand and get rid of the wallpaper first, but, really, I'm tired. Not only am I tired, but this wallpaper was put up with portland cement or something insane like that. It does not peel. Even when I soak parts of it and come back later. It is stuck fast and I don't care anymore).
Wednesday, my sister Bevin is coming over and the two of us will paint this room. We're going with a warm beige--really kind of a camel color--with one wall in a slightly darker camel color. I was hoping for something more daring, but the woodwork is all dark cherry. The mantel is dark cherry. My dresser is (coincidentally). The baby bed is. And our new bed is. Every other room in the house is a hodgepodge of wood colors, floor colors, furniture, and we can get away with bolder ideas if we care to. But this room looks like we did it on purpose, so I agreed with my much more savvy sister that we should go with a nice warm neutral and I think it will be lovely.
But, yeah, total denial. It'll be done in barely enough time to move the furniture back into place and get the rest of everything put away.
I've never been one to pace myself.