So, on to the next subject. There’s been some room shifting going on in this house. It’s pre 1860 house and has had a few additions and so most things don’t flow in a way that you would expect. When you walk into my bedroom there is a hallway to the left and you go down that little hallway to get to the laundry room. Right off of that hallway is a tiny room that I originally used as my sewing/craft room before I found out that I was pregnant with Maggie. Then I turned it into a nursery.
While I was pregnant with Ryan we moved Maggie to the bedroom at the top of the stairs and put Ryan in there – not that either of them did any sleeping at all in their own beds before they hit 3 years old.
So now that Chelsea isn’t home anymore an Brittney is in College (and I made her room into my sewing/craft room) we moved Maggie to Chelsea’s old room and Ryan is in Maggie’s previous room.
So the tiny room is going to be a nice little room for just Lou and me. I definitely had to get rid of the baby wallpaper. I’ve ordered furniture and it is on its way. My plan was to strip the wallpaper today and paint tomorrow.
Did I mention we have an old house? Why do I ever think that things will go smoothly?
The large white part of the wall is where I’ve stripped wallpaper. The darker part of the wall is where the outside of the wall is coming off and the plaster is crumbling.
Here’s a closeup of one of the crumbly parts.
So I narrowed it down to 2 choices after talking to my mother – the old house master.
I could get some plaster and plaster this large place until it is even with the rest of the wall…or…get the thinnest drywall, stop stripping and just cover the whole room with drywall and be done with it.
I discussed it with Lou when he got home from Texas this afternoon. He got a little excited over the drywall option, saying that then we could move the outlets to normal spots. Whaaaa? No, no, no, I didn’t mean to take the whole room down to the lathe. Of course he thinks we should do it “right”. I think it needs to be something I can handle when he’s out of town next week. I just got an email that the chair I ordered is on its way so that means everything needs to move faster. Plaster it is!
Next up. Look at this kid. Isn’t he cute. I was just stepping out of the shower this afternoon, in preparation for my honey coming home, and I hear Maggie yelling for me and Ryan is crying as loud as possible. I called him to me and asked what was wrong. “I have a reraser in my nose.” He says through the loud crying.
I immediately searched my brain data bank for what to do in just such a situation.
“Ryan, lay down and stop crying.”
So I pressed his unclogged nostril closed and blew hard into his mouth. Out flew the eraser and everything was happy again. Except he told me that wasn’t fun. Ryan has promised, by the way, to never stick anything in his nose again.
Do you believe it? Me either.
Shelly Lampshire was in on Saturday for her class.
Sorry for the poor picture but here are two of my favorite pieces. Those are needle felted, people! The bear is on ebay as we speak. I think they are 16 inches tall.
Here is the class. There were 9 students and everybody was almost finished with their piece before they went home. It really was a great day and I’m trying to figure out when I can schedule her again.
And finally, Polworth.
Dirty locks and clean.
Look at that crimp. It’s a pleasure to spin and I wouldn’t be surprised if this particular fleece were very close in fineness to merino.