First off, I want to thank everyone for the kind words on Friday - and it worked, because I am feeling better! I'm thinking that my malaise might have been due to smelling an overload of paint fumes.
And on that front, the Evil Twin painted our bedroom, then painted the hallway later in the week. The worst part was that while I was laying around on the couch in the den, feeling like homemade crap and drifting in and out of sleep due to being hopped up on cold meds, I had to make sure the kids stayed IN the den. All day! But, the walls got painted and they look amazing.
I tried to get a shot of the bedroom walls, but I'm not sure how well the color will translate on the computer screen. The color for both bedroom and hallway is called Cotton Whisper and it's an off white, with a bit of a yellow-y undertone. It's really a huge improvement for both locations:
Now, I've been on the Evil Twin for a while to paint these areas and it was taking a while. Finally, he decided he would do it while he was off on vacation IF I would sort thru a veritable pile of paperwork that has been sitting around for years.
After my mom passed away, and I was prepping their house to be sold, I dragged home a lot of old paperwork. My dad apparently never tossed anything. There were income tax returns from the late 50s in some of those boxes!
I've sorted through a bunch of it already and have indicated piles which need to be shredded or burned, have gone through about 3 large industrial size trash bags, and have a pile of things I really don't know what to do with (or things I think may need to be passed on to another family member).
There was 40 years worth of marriage and a life together in that house, and so much traveled along to this house because I couldn't make the decisions right then to toss or whatever. It was just too much and too emotional.
I've also sorted through some of my old papers from high school and college and have seen some hilarious things. You know, like "Deep Thoughts from an Angst Ridden Teen".
I was a dork even back then! I've just become more comfortable in my dorkiness as time goes on.
And, I'm not nearly as angst ridden.
Growing up has its' advantages....