So this last week I have spent most of my time rearranging the things I moved in that work and, after many, many years of having it in storage, I got my beautiful childhood iron bed out of storage, set it up and painted it. You'll see it after it's "dressed"-not quite there but close. I decided to keep this used-to-be funky blue, free, fab dresser where I had moved it and set up my as-seen-here-before Victorian lamp collection atop.
I am just a few harsh-mother hours away from having this room finished. I can't wait to share the pics of the whole room and start booking your stays at our relaxing, spa-like getaway.
Doesn't this look like a beside table where you could set your warm milk or glass of wine and cozy up with a good book or great magazine? Wait 'til you see the bed! So, about the title. I think I have kept all of you, my dear readers, abreast of the plight which has been the lives of myself and many people who I love in the past six months, correct? And now this brain injury with Lucas has been weighing heavy on my mind for over three weeks. I think it may be beginning to catch up with me. In the last few days it seems that the limbo with Lucas is getting to me. He's not getting worse but he's not getting better and not knowing if we are not doing something we should be is starting to wear and scare. People keep asking me how I'm doing and I have no answer; I don't know how to register this situation because there's no prognosis at this point. The blood clot could dissipate as it should have by last week or he could end up having brain surgery. I have things I need to be healing from and can't quite get to it because other things keep popping up and getting in the way. They seem to be piling up. Thanks for letting me vent. This decorating project would be better therapy if my heavy lifters weren't so darn worn out when they get home. We will be having a meanie-mom day this weekend and I'll try my best to get things moving faster again. Oh, and before I forget, Justin and Boh have found a place of their own along with Justin's former roommate and great friend, Matt. They will be moving out this weekend. As much as we have loved having them here, I will not miss the dusting-twice-daily and floors-covered-with-dirt-like-a-barn dog stuff. I'm looking forward to perhaps the house being clean for a half hour again at some point. A girl can dream.