The diploma, eh? Here it is . . .in all its glory:
Mine is, of course, the bigger one. I didn’t mean for my frame to be quite a bit larger, but, when I brought it home from the store last night, it clearly was. I framed Bart’s last year, so it wasn’t exactly fresh in my mind. I’m very pleased that, less than 36 hours after it arrived in the mail, the long awaited diploma is framed and hung (hanging courtesy of Bart).
It’s not that I’m always so fast to get things done like that, but lately, I’ve been on a bit of a house kick, so I was already in the groove. Let me show you some of the recent improvements to the house. I know you want to see them.
Ah, yes. New curtains. The French doors have had the curtains that came with the house and MAN were they awful curtains. They were old ladyish, silky off-white, flowered curtains. The first time we took them down (when we repainted the room white), we realized how nice the doors really were and how much light they let in. Unfortunately, you can see right over the fence from the street, through those doors, into the hallway that runs between our bedroom and bathroom. So, clearly, leaving them curtainless wasn’t much of an option. So, the old lady curtains remained until Saturday, when we finally picked a color and bought some dang curtains. And lo, I love them.
Hello closet. Bart’s uncle recently mentioned that they were cleaning out all their closets and I decided it was very much time to do the same. Our closet is QUITE small, as you can see, and there isn’t much room for extraneous clothing, so I packed up all my winter clothes, filled an entire garbage bag for Goodwill (or rather, the little drop box .25 miles from our house, because I’m far too lazy to go all the way to Goodwill). Anyway, I’ve derived great satisfaction from walking into the closet this past week. Unfortunately, my illusions that, once I cleaned it, new fabulous clothing would appear spontaneously have been destroyed. Alas.
This is a map of the London Underground system. I love public transportation (as long as that doesn’t mean “bus”) and I love London. And I love this map. We bought it a few months ago, but just finally framed and hung it a few weeks ago.
Some kind friends gave us this vanity and I LOVE it. Not only does our room not look so empty anymore, there is also now a place to put my blowdryer. And my jewelry. And fold clothes. And dump more junk (whoops. . .I don’t love that part). Someday there will be a mirror above it and a chair (not above it), and I will not have to put on my makeup in the closet. Well, actually, I’ll probably keep putting it on in the closet, because I am physically incapable of putting makeup on if the mirror is more than five inches from my face. I cannot do makeup with a sink between me and the mirror.
This is my little herb garden in the kitchen. I originally planted these in January, but they all grew so big that I had to move them to a bigger pot. And then I planted more little herbs in the pots. I like not killing plants.
Front porch. The orange pot has all the herbs I planted in January. They are all leaning to the right, for some reason. It looks kind of stupid with the leaning.
But, much remains to be done. See the following pictures as evidence:
This picture above the fireplace. It is CLEARLY too small. There needs to be a mirror up there, but we have no such mirror. Whoops. Should work on that.
This is our bathroom wall. Look at the ugly paint color. Weep. Do nothing about it for months, even though you own the paint, brushes, tape, and pans to fix it. Also, there will, once it is painted, be a towel bar there. For now, blankness.
More painting that hasn’t been done! The trim in most of our house is still the original color (that color, I believe, is called “Ugly Neutral”). We haven’t painted it either. Again, the taping and painting just sound so much less appealing than watching three back-to-back episodes of Gilmore Girls.
The kitchen table. We got this for free (like nearly all our furniture, actually), and I’d like to paint it all black. But the sanding. . . yuck. The priming. More yuck. We may just eventually buy a new table and pass this one on to another family in need of a table, like we were when it was given to us.
I had grand plans of painting the bathroom and trim before my parents came tomorrow (tomorrow!), but it won’t happen. Unless I don’t go to bed tonight. And that definitely won’t happen. So, hopefully, despite the ugly bathroom, they’ll come visit again. Because the ugly bathroom is here to stay for at least a little while longer.