Well it has taken me a long while to convince DH that the front door would look awesome painted black! I kept showing him homes with black doors whenever we were out and about.
It took sweet DIL to finally get him to 'see' it! So here he is giving her a fine makeover!
Not crazy about the oil base smell but the old gal is look'n good!!!
DH will give her a second coat in a week.
Yes more black!
Changed out the old and damaged white shutters, I never cared for , to black ones!
They pop against the new ivory paint on the trim.
DH still has to paint the porch ceiling.
I shared this pic of porch shutters because I caught a hummer coming in for a feeding!
See him up there in the upper right hand corner?? Cute!
I think they come when I call now...really...;-)
Like our new living room flooring?? Not so much I dare say!
This really is 'old flooring' as it is sub-flooring.
All that old carpet was ripped out. YES!! Now DH has a few things to do before calling the flooring folks to put in new carpet. Has to decide what he is doing with the entry way floor which runs on into coat closet. Thought he had enough laminate left over from my sewing room floor to do it but not quite. When we went to look for more like it found it discontinued!
Seems these companies are famous for doing that! WHAT!!
Thanks so much to all of you gals for the Woe is me Hugs you sent. I felt them all.XO
Yes I have received 'real ones' too.
Just seems sometimes life tumbles down on you and you feel like falling into a hole, covering up and not ever peeping out!
Sometimes tears are a good thing too. Get it all out. Almost like a cleansing.
Helps me anyway, step back, look at each situation better.
I can then move on to face and handle each one in a way that is best for me.
I pulled out my Bunny Hill BOM blocks to finish up the machine applique on them.
Has helped me working a bit on them each day.
Therapy I call it. Retreat to my special room and just be in the moment of doing something creative. No real thinking of what is ahead or regretting what is gone, just stitching along in silence of thought and mind. As a child I used to love to lay on the ground and look up at the sky. Watch the clouds or birds go by. Just feeling peaceful with no thinking. Same feeling I get when I retreat to my sewing room these days.