We’re hustling and bustling around getting ready for a busy weekend. Always so much to do on the weekends.
Hubby and son are working at their jobs and planning on some home improvement projects. They are hoping to splash some paint on the walls of our main living area – a clean and bright white shade to lighten things up. Plywood “flooring” has also been purchased. It’s going to be installed in full sheets over the existing floor and coated with some shiny polyurethane. I’m hoping for a clean and simple “Scandinavian” look. We’ve researched and pondered many different flooring types and decided that this is an affordable (and therefore, possible) option. If we get rich later on in life (HA) we can just floor over the plywood.
This has been a good learning and growth experience for me. I’ve had to think about what I need and what I want. I’ve had to discern what I can be happy with and let go of what others might think of my choices and decisions. It all comes down to what will make us happy when we walk in our front door. In my struggle to be “normal” and balance that desire with who I really am, I’m constantly comparing myself to others. But, that’s changing. Yea!
I’m happy with our new floor plan. But, more importantly, I’m comfortable with it. It’s a good decision for us. I think it’s going to look great and suit our lifestyle. Even better, it’s not going to cost a fortune. We’ve saved up the cash to pay for it outright. As we save more money, we can continue it throughout the rest of the house and not have to worry about matching the flooring. No debt. No overextending ourselves.
While the family is slaving away here at the homestead, I will be off once again to Sherwood Forest Faire for another weekend of fun and merriment. Well, mainly I’ll be slaving away in the kitchen while others are making merry. Never fear, though. I’ve managed to have a bit of fun myself.
I don’t watch a lot of television. (I thought about not sharing this and fostering an image of an intellectual who reads the classics and eschews television in favor of more life-enriching experiences.)
But, the fact is, I freakin’ love Supernatural. It’s just about the only show that I watch, other than British mysteries. And I have an embarrassing infatuation with Dean Winchester. And this happened last Sunday! I always hoped that I’d be the mature individual who saw a celebrity and calmly walked past without becoming a flaming idiot. Nope. Didn’t happen. I turned into a crazy, stalker-fan. Sigh. At least I haven’t printed it out and framed it…yet. It would look great next to my life-sized cardboard cut-out of Jensen Ackles that currently lives in my studio. For the record, I didn’t purchase said item. It was a Christmas gift from my son.
Well, off to another adventure filled weekend in the Forest. Wonder what will happen this weekend?
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...