The stealthy sound of socks sliding across carpet was heard by the cat on the bed. It was so silent, that the cat looked startled, especially when she couldn’t see who was walking through the room at night.
The cat’s ears were pricked, her sense keen–as keen as they could be with the heavy scent of paint in her nostrils. She knew something wasn’t right, but what was it?
A movement caught her eye. There! In the middle of the room on the beanbag sofa. It was a mini human that was made out of plastic? And it was moving on it’s own? What diabolical plans did it have?
Knowing the cat had to protective new room of her
master girl master, she turned over and fell into a deep slumber. A slumber that allowed the intruders to finish their plans.
Strangely, it was fun to get my dolls out again for that intro. Poor things have been neglected for the last six months. ANYWAY. Did you catch one thing the cat thought? Maybe? Maybe?
If so, Rose and I have moved into a “new” room.
I still cannot believe it. I mean, we’ve only slept in it for about two weeks now. XD But, I’m going to take you through the whole process of the week before we moved in. *nods* Why? Because you’ll see why I still have paint in my hair! (I think there is still some on my toe nails, too. XD)
We moved into the room that once was the nursery, but was used as the playroom before we moved in. It’s rather big, with a low slanting roof that I keep hitting my head on. (Oh, the pains of being tall.) My mom thought it would be cute…
To have pink baseboards, blue and pink walls, yellow roof, yellow window sills, and blue doors. All in all, it was cute…For a eighteen-month-old. But when
two teenage a teenager and a tween move into a room like this, they don’t want it to look like that.
So? Someone had extra paint that they gave us, and I got underway. I taped off the baseboards, and got to work. I worked Friday (partly. I had to go to my real job for most of the day. 😉 ) Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and finished up on Thursday. Actually, no. I didn’t work Tuesday or Wednesday, I don’t think. Or did I? Ugh, all those dreadfully hot days are blending together. XD
The most tragic things all happened on Saturday night. (LET ME TELL YOU. You would not have liked to be around me Saturday night. XD) I was rushing to finish on more wall. I had gotten five walls done, and I wanted to get just one more done. But we only had three rollers, and I had already used them. WELL. No one told me you weren’t supposed to use a wet roller.
Haha, it was so not funny that it’s humorous. I was about to cry, and there was grey paint/water all over my freshly painted baseboards, and it was traumatic. But the bigger problem was that I had starved myself to get this all done. (I hardly ate anything that week. 😬 ENFP syndrome, maybe?) So, I was like the grinch, except it wasn’t Christmas. To finish a terrible ending, after my shower, my hands swelled twice their normal size with an allergic reaction to something. Haha, talk about miserable.
ANYWHO. It was so worth it when on Thursday I finished the ceiling and moved in some of our furniture. Oh, I’m getting ahead of myself. I did everything but the finishing touches myself. I let Rose do that.
Rose doing finishing touches. OH! And I forgot to tell you about my drywall repair adventure. It looks amazing, and I actually have another one to do where my brother somehow tore a hole in the wall when the curtain rod fell. 🤨
But, now to what it looks like now.
This is what my side of the bedroom looks like from the door. The only thing we agreed on matching with is the bedspreads. (Because, no matter what people said, I was NOT about to have a bed like Rose’s and Rose didn’t want a bed like mine. *nods*)
This is Rose’s side of the room. She isn’t as neat as I am, at least, not at the moment. Our older brother, Phil, enjoys hanging out in here. They both were reading when I took this picture. XD
So, this is my bed. Above my bed, I have two paintings I did recently. I plan to put my pictures up there as I create them. The sign is personal. *smiles* And, of course, one of my darling violins. That little pillow on my bed I quilted, and the white comforter is “my” comforter I sleep with ALL the time. My siblings can’t believe I sleep with a comforter in 90 degree weather, but it’s just so comforting.
(Oh, and my camera bag that’s not usually there. 😉 )
I actually have two bedside tables. One is stuffed full of fabric, the other has all my notebooks, old magazines, art pencils, envelopes, you name it, and it’s probably in there. Anyway, on top of my bedside table I have two books from 1917, and 1920. Two gems I picked up at a yard sale for 50 cents each. 😳 On top of those I have two mason jars that you might recognize from this post.
Moving on, I have a book in front of that I just finished reading and OH WOW. EVERYONE, go buy it. “A Star Under the City” is OUT OF THIS WORLD. Maggie, you seriously need like, A MILLION pats on the back for that one!
I actually have two pictures on there, but you can only see the envelope art that Allison made me. Do you recognize what picture she modeled it after? 😉 And, my extremely annoying, and yet adorable alarm clock. Ugh, I hate it and love it at the same time. I doubt I’ll ever decide which way I really feel about it. XD
WHAHOO! If you turnaround, you get the best scene ever. Our hallway! (Just playing.) Actually,you get to stare at my lovely bookshelf, and my guitar and banjo. Have you figured out what’s important to me, yet? And you also see my HUGE beanbag sofa that is rapidly becoming Rose’s. She claims that she can sit in it whenever she wants. *Scowls* Even when I want to sit in it.
ANYWAY, to stop thinking about Rose, I’ll tell you what’s in the case that’s peaking out from behind my dresser. That, my friends, is my other violin. It’s actually my favorite, and that’s why it’s safe in it’s case, and not on the wall. 😂
And here is my hat wall, with my scarfs, and my music holder. Behind that is my dresser, but I didn’t take a picture of it, and under that is my doll chest. Now, for one peak into Rose’s side of the room, only because I’m sitting on the hard floor while she’s in the beanbag chair at the moment.
HEHE. *older sister grin of delight* Love ya, little sis. ❤
What is your room like? Have you ever painted, or repaired walls before? What do you think of my decorating skills? Do you enjoy seeing American Girl dolls every blue moon?
Toodles, y’all. I have a book calling my name. 😉