Over Christmas break, I found myself in the position of watching while my husband and parents worked to clean out the hamhouse and basement at my childhood home (and watching while my boys ran around and played in the Kentucky countryside.)
I do not like sitting and watching.
I needed something to do. So…I did something.
This room was my room, growing up. It’s where I first flexed my decorator muscles. Its first incarnation was a carousel horse theme, complete with a wallpaper chair rail border with multicolored paint stamping underneath. And blue trim. (It was the 90’s.)
The second incarnation, the remnants of which are pictured above, was done during the summer of my freshman year of college. My roommate at the time helped me–it was fun, and I have always loved it, even now when faux finishes like dragging are seriously out of style. That’s still my favorite shade of green. I wish I had a picture of the room in its heyday, but all I have is the picture of what it looked like with beds for the boys hastily stuck in there, sheets covering the windows to aid with naps, and a couple of random pieces of furniture hanging out because there really isn’t another place for them in the house.
The boys really needed their own space, not a leftover-from-moms-youth-with random-furniture space, and since painting is something I am always willing to do, I got to work. [Read more…]