Thank you so much for the kind words of support and enthusiasm for the big Blank Slate Laundry/Office reveal. I think that everyone who initially voted to paint the room white went to the dark side with me when I changed my mind. Choosing Mount Etna felt like a gutsy move. Several of you worried…
Six weeks of blood (blisters! cuts!), sweat, and no tears have brought us all here today. I am operating on very little sleep at this point, but it thrills me to have the blank slate laundry/office complete. Yes! I'm marking it off the list and slamming the figurative book shut. Tada! Behold the place where…
Week five can be summed up in one word: Tired. I sat down to write this post, and the chair was so soft and comfortable that I closed my eyes for just a second...and slept for 45 minutes. It's worth mentioning that I was in a semi-public place, and I should probably feel embarrassed, but…
It is already week four, and I have not cried even one time. I'd chalk up my zen-like state to experience and perspective, but I wouldn't want to tempt fate. Part of it is that I am enjoying this project so much. It is fun, and the work is straightforward and not too physically demanding.…
I am about to say something that may jinx this project altogether, but writers gotta write. Here goes: I am on schedule. So far, all of the work has been straightforward with no surprises. Also, I have every task assigned and planned.
This level of organization is not very Stacy-like, but as I mentioned…
Well, the inevitable happened. I started painting the laundry room white, and I don't like it. Didn't I have this crisis of faith last time too? Maybe I have it every time. Some people are good at choosing paint colors. I struggle. It's a good thing we're not curing cancer here. It's just decor. …