Then came Sunday, in which I finished all the scraping on the east side of the house. All of it. After that I went to the flea market in Excelsior Springs to see if the lamp I passed up two weeks ago was still there. It was. I bought it. It's ugly as homemade soap right now, but I have makeover plans for it. (Which I will share here, if it turns out well.)
|Front parlor progress|
Which brings us to today, in which I finished caulking almost all the clapboards on the east side of the house. Annnd, when it got too chilly outside to be spreading caulk around with wet hands I came inside and hung up a few strips of the trellis wallpaper that goes in the space between the ceiling and the (future) picture rail. After supper, I plan to hang up more wallpaper.
So I have not one, but two projects going on at the same time. One outside; one inside. Do y'all realize what this means? It means that really and truly, at least for now, my house-loathing is over. I went to bed last night sore and tired but happier than I've been in weeks because I got something important accomplished on the house. Wait. Make that two important somethings. My house mojo has returned--and better yet, I have returned! I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. Hallelujah!