Last summer I managed to claim two more rooms from the dumpster by giving them decent paint jobs. As I've talked about previously, painting the abused walls of my home is no simple matter. "wall restoration" probably describes the process more than painting. Added to this is the fact that we have to empty a room in order to paint it. In this case we made our kids share first one then the other of their bedrooms. By the end of summer they were pretty sick of each other but the job got done. The colors look similar to each other in pictures but are pretty distinct in person. The top is my thirteen year old son Colin's room is tempest gray room accessorized with black and full of gloomy things. The lower is ten year old Mile's room in a cheery but soothing blue. Its actually pure blue pigment in a white base. He likes happy bright colored stuff on his walls like the yellow submarine poster. Different personalities much?
Now we have one room left to paint. Its the room where were I did the first work on the house three and a half long years ago. To do it requires restoring the closets I talked about restoring so long ago. To do that requires that I finish the storage space in the attic, so I can take apart the improvised linen closet and move all the stuff in it up to the attic. More info on that here. In the meantime this is the sight that greets me every morning.
I take it as a reminder of how far I've come.