And so it begins....
When the seasons change, and I can't get outside I start painting the inside of the house.
There seems to always be something that needs to have a coat of paint slapped on it.
It might just be some trim, or touch up, or a whole room.
This year it's the upstairs bedrooms.
The job takes time...meaning...I do it at the pace of a snail.
I'm never in a hurry when I paint.
The cold weather will be here for a while.
Why rush the job? I've got ALL winter!
Our cottage has been put together in a very "slap-stick" fashion.
An addition here, a little room over there, another add-on up here.
Who ever did the work WAS NOT a professional!!!
I believe he got his papers from the Academy of Lincoln Log Builders.
I fear, some day, one of the little additions will just fall off into the canal and go floating out to the lake to be used later as an ice shanty.
I realized I was losing my focus...so I took the little yellow pill for the ADD so I could finish this post and, hopefully, have it make a little bit of sense.
sigh..........So I've been painting one of the bedrooms.
I finished one of the many little additions, and decided to put the bed in there.
It's very small, but very cute.
It kind of looks like a little gypsy wagon.
I'm not quite finished decorating this wee spot, but thought I would give you a peak.
We slept here last night.
The rain was dancing off the roof, lulling us to sleep.
It was quite romantic....until I started thinking about the room suddenly falling off the house, floating down the canal...out into the lake, and waking up to some guy sitting at the foot of the bed with an ice fishing pole in his hands.