In My Room

I don't have any before photos for this post, but I'm guessing you can imagine. Perhaps you even have a similar space in your house somewhere. You know, that room/corner/basement that is stuffed full of boxes, strewn with unwanted decorations, unheated and saturated with dust?

That one.

A couple of strands of lights never made it back into the Christmas box. A rare trip to the city yielded *the perfect* fabric. And I remembered. A room can make you happy just by being in it. 

Bright colors. Whimsy. Treasures only I care about. I piled them in and sat back to soak it in. Well, after I cleaned (how fun was it to clean those blinds? Not very. But so worth it.) 

The day before the city trip I began Amish Grace and a phrase they use resonated with me: 

JOY: Jesus first, Others second, Yourself last. 

Irony in putting that up in a room all for me? Why yes, there is. I'll go meditate upon that. In my room. 

Home makeover: Office edition

Before: 

After:

Here is the curtain fabric. It makes the green shag carpet seem purposeful instead of inherited.

Honey Do's

I have a talented husband. He could have been an engineer. He can see anything and figure out how to build it. The apple didn't fall far from the tree. His 93-year-old mother wishes she could come to Wyoming and help him rebuild this house. As she has done to many other homes before. By herself.

The problem is that when you have a talented husband such as mine it is easy to pile on the honey do's. A farmhouse table? No problem. Light fixtures? Yep. A custom bureau/closet? Sounds great. Homemade butcher block counters? Definitely.

You see where I am going with this. Where do I stop? How can any one man get all of this done?