My life has been running on auto-pilot and the plan today is to get it back on track. Or at least make attempts at doing so. I've been making plans without turning to the Lord for guidance first and, as a result, feel a tad scattered. The house is expressing its displeasure as well. There are things to put away, dusting to tend to, and a mild general chaos to put to rights.
And I want to paint the bathroom again. This pink just ain't makin' me happy. Have been wondering why I've been so hesitant to finish decorating that tiny room after painting it last year. There it sits, wearing a pink coat but with nobody to dress it up. Truth is, it's just not pretty. There's plenty of pink and white in there (which is a combination I usually love), but it's not right. Loved it when we had the walls lavender, but now, it's all wrong. So, I asked my husband last night what color he thought we should paint it. He comes back with, "Well, we could just paint it white." Huh. I expected something more original from him. BOring! Shoot, I've not painted a wall in this house white since we moved in and painted the whole inside white in order to get it looking clean. But, then again, maybe he's onto something (scratching my head).
I remember FlyLady (if you don't know who this is, she's a decluttering babe extraordinaire) saying something to the effect one time that a woman's house directly reflects what's going on in her head...or something to that effect. So true.
Obviously my brain needs hosing out.
And I want to paint the bathroom again. This pink just ain't makin' me happy. Have been wondering why I've been so hesitant to finish decorating that tiny room after painting it last year. There it sits, wearing a pink coat but with nobody to dress it up. Truth is, it's just not pretty. There's plenty of pink and white in there (which is a combination I usually love), but it's not right. Loved it when we had the walls lavender, but now, it's all wrong. So, I asked my husband last night what color he thought we should paint it. He comes back with, "Well, we could just paint it white." Huh. I expected something more original from him. BOring! Shoot, I've not painted a wall in this house white since we moved in and painted the whole inside white in order to get it looking clean. But, then again, maybe he's onto something (scratching my head).
I remember FlyLady (if you don't know who this is, she's a decluttering babe extraordinaire) saying something to the effect one time that a woman's house directly reflects what's going on in her head...or something to that effect. So true.
Obviously my brain needs hosing out.
