Ch ch changes
In case you've noticed that I've been a bit less than prolific in my blog of late, here's just one of the many reasons:
Here's the before pic of Paul's cave. Well, sort of a before pic. It was like a storage room with Paul's desk in it before the first picture was taken. In between the first and second shot came the part when Paul took a sander to the floor. Thankfully I was at work at the time and did not have to hear or witness that event - just clean up the aftermath. The first roll of red was the scariest part. In between that first roll and the final product were four coats of red. Note to self and all seekers of wisdom: splurge for the primer. Yes, it's almost as expensive as the paint. Do it anyway.
Seeing the white go onto the floor was a thing of beauty! Then came the big gray 1970's bookshelf we found on the side of the road with a "FREE" sign on it. A couple of coats of the same white I used for the trim was all it needed.
We moved the kitchen table in for Paul's computers and moved the card table, disguised by a tablecloth, into the kitchen in it's stead.
Then Paul loaded the shelves with his books. My art supplies are there, waiting for me to get back at it after a decade of artistic inactivity.
It's a real room now, not a cave anymore. Even Ginger approves.
Here's the before pic of Paul's cave. Well, sort of a before pic. It was like a storage room with Paul's desk in it before the first picture was taken. In between the first and second shot came the part when Paul took a sander to the floor. Thankfully I was at work at the time and did not have to hear or witness that event - just clean up the aftermath. The first roll of red was the scariest part. In between that first roll and the final product were four coats of red. Note to self and all seekers of wisdom: splurge for the primer. Yes, it's almost as expensive as the paint. Do it anyway.
Seeing the white go onto the floor was a thing of beauty! Then came the big gray 1970's bookshelf we found on the side of the road with a "FREE" sign on it. A couple of coats of the same white I used for the trim was all it needed.
We moved the kitchen table in for Paul's computers and moved the card table, disguised by a tablecloth, into the kitchen in it's stead.
Then Paul loaded the shelves with his books. My art supplies are there, waiting for me to get back at it after a decade of artistic inactivity.
It's a real room now, not a cave anymore. Even Ginger approves.
Comments
Yes, Gina. I'm very glad. If it weren't for you that room would be yellow and there would be no lovely pitbull laying on a rug in that bottom picture. You have all the good ideas.