We finished our third floor painting project. At weekend's end, we were all exhausteed: sitting like zombies on the couch, knowing that it is anti-social to just stare blankly into space, but having energy for little else.
We shook it off and got some sleep.
Russ and Rae hit the road with a car full of stuff: stuff to return to a friend's dad, stuff that we intended to sell in a garage sale (but who has time for a garage sale?!?!) and stuff for their church rummage sale. (Hey. Right now I am more than happy to get stuff out of our house. We are trying to keep the items we move to 1 - stuff that belongs to us, 2 - stuff we use or 3 - stuff we LOVE. So much easier to say than do, but I am trying.)
Olive went to daycare to visit friends, enjoy yummy food, take a good nap and allow her mommy some time to work!
Kyle hopped a flight to Houston for the day. (More on that jaunt later.)
My chores for today included heading up to the third floor, rearranging the remaining furniture and snapping a few photos to show of the fabulous results of our toil.
For comparison's sake, I dug up two photos of the third floor taken shortly after we purchased this house.
Before:
After:
Before:
After:
(OK, the after shots were taken on my phone, so their quality is lacking, but there is a difference, no?)
Thank you, Russ and Rae, very much for all of your help and hard work! We would still be drowning in dust and paint fumes without you.
- H
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