So we're getting ready to do some painting around here.
It should come as no surprise that "getting ready" has a very sketchy meaning for the husband and me. We "get ready" for household projects by daydreaming about what we want, and then going out for a cup of coffee, and then maybe a month or two later wondering how much it will cost, and then cracking open another bottle of wine, and then stumbling across a paint sample or two, and then going away on a business trip . . . .
The girl in charge figured us out a long time ago, and thus is the only member of the family whose room has been painted to her specifications. And it was a lot of work for both her and me -- work that involved geometry, y'all.
This summer I plan to paint my bedroom, the sunny girl's new(ish) bedroom, and the little roomlet she used to sleep in when she was not yet a 5'10 ballerina. The roomlet will become an place for me to stash my work-related stuff (part-time faculty have no office privileges where I work). Right now I keep all my crap in the back of my car. I'm excited to make a little office for myself, and as usual I have all kinds of unrealistic expectations about how fabulously perfect it will be. But at the same time, I will be sad to see the sunny girl's little roomlet go. It means saying good-bye to some of her "little girl"-ness -- and: the room is so stinkin' cute!
The four-year-old sunny girl's roomlet was decorated for her by Grandma Carol, right after we moved into our house in 2001. Grandma Carol has a great eye for what a little girl will like, and she and Grandpa have the motivational oomph to actually get a project done instead of just dreaming about it. So the sunny girl's little room was a tiny ballerina's dream come true!
Check it out: the flowers all over the walls were created by first using a big rubber stamp and some craft paint (that's the lavender colored basic flower). Then Grandma went back over each flower several times freestyle, adding the pink detail, the white outline, and the swirly yellow center. The random blue swirlies were "to give it a little color pop." Just as I was oohing and ahhing about how cute the room was, Grandma got out her glue gun and attached flat pink glass marbles to the centers of all the flowers. I mean . . . . And you see how she instructed Grandpa to paint the walls flat pink, and then add a stripe of glossy pink of the same shade, right? Grandma Carol created a lovely little room for my sunny girl that could be out of a magazine.
The kicker for the four-year-old, though, was the chandelier.