Spent the day painting the downstairs basement bedroom. I'll post before and after pictures when it's done. Liv will be down there for at least three months and then...it's mine. I've had an extra bedroom at my disposal before. Way back when Samantha was a baby and we lived in a three bedroom house. I used it as my sewing and ironing room, back in the day when I made sofa pillows covered with geese-adorned and gingham fabric and always made all of Sam's dresses. Now, I'll use it as an extra room for when Darcy or Olivia comes home and a place to sleep when Mike's snoring drives me out...which is getting more frequent as he gets older and I get grouchier. A place to read in peace, I'll put my sewing machine down there to taunt me into making more bunting and maybe some geese-free pillows. I'm going to get to that slipcover for that ottoman soon, probably not. I'm imagining myself sneaking down there to hide from the noise when another migraine lurks. It's gonna be sahweet.
But, I'm thinking it will be a short lived slice of heaven as my always sweet Jack is on the verge of being a typical, sulking, sighing, eye-rolling, annoying teenager and won't want to live upstairs with Grace for much longer. Sad. I can't even think about it. He's entertaining himself by making Grace scream, even as I write. Maybe I'll turn that extra room into a wine cellar?
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