The Last 4 Days...

This might look like the face of a man annoyed to have his picture taken, or a man tired of holding a paint brush, but it is actually the face of love.  I know this because Smoochy has had a four day weekend and he has done NOTHING but paint in all that time. Because he loves me. A lot. It was our goal to paint the interior of the house this winter. Turns out painting (the Smoochy-Way otherwise known as the RIGHT way) takes a long time. There are a few rooms that we'll save for next winter, but that's OK. The rooms that are done are GLORIOUS. (I could probably have Smoochy paint a few more rooms for me if I didn't need him to shift his focus to building me a couple of bee-boxes before my girls arrive on April 2nd!) 

All over the house are signs of the painting in progress. Brushes drying by the sink, gallons of paint on all the horizontal surfaces out of the reach of the littles, and of course the upheaval that accompanies painting two bedrooms in four days.

This is where we have been camping as the work has progressed.

I am so thrilled to have some color in our house. It makes such a big difference. Although I take issue with all those magazines and on-line decorating sites that tout paint as an inexpensive way to make a big impact. I don't contest that paint can dramatically change the look of a space. But cheap? Um... I don't think so. When we left the store with a gallon of paint to do the bathroom I was wondering if the molten gold in the mix would throw off the color I was hoping for. 

You want more proof that Smoochy loves me with his every fiber? We now have a pink room in the house. You should all know that despite the fact that I am a 32 year-old woman I still have a very unhealthy fondness for pink. If I wasn't completely and in every way adverse to salesmanship I would SO be a Mary-Kay lady just for a shot at one of those pink Cadillacs.  

As for Georgia, she's OK with the pink, but would have course preferred orange.