Right now. This second. Room dark except for the glow of the computer and Desperate Housewives on TV. Laying on the bed for the first time since morning. It’s the first time I’ve truly felt “at home” at the new house.
It feels pretty good, actually. This move, more than any other, seems to be unending.
Today, I got kind of a lot done. I’ve been lugging around this ugly brown bookshelf and I finally decided to paint it. I wanted to give it kind of an aged, unfinished look so I used a base coat of Elmer’s glue. When that dried, I repainted it with a teal-colored paint. It’s weird. Outside, it looked blue, inside green. In no way is the paint job perfect, but it gives my bedroom balance and a boost of color that I love. I know it’ll look a lot better once I put book on it (that won’t be until we do a faux finish on the walls).
I also brought in this huge chair that I didn’t think would fit in the house. But I love the chair. It was a $35 thrift store chair and it reminds me of a coffee house chair. Who doesn’t love lounging in a little good atmosphere?
Here on their new plush bed is Sara my Aussie-Chow and ChaCha, our mop. They love cuddling up in their own bed, and especially mine.