Paint to a New You - Part II

I woke up this morning a little confused. I slept in one of our guest bedroom and even though all my belongings were there with me, I woke up feeling lost. One of our guest bedroom is cave-ish insomuch as it's very dark (it has one window that looks out onto another person's roof that is about 2 feet away) and cold, whereas my room is incredibly bright at all hours (either a street light is glowing into my room or the sun beams into my eyes starting around 7am).

I didn't start my morning off the way I normally did; however, today is a new day for me to paint my way to a new me. What do I mean by this? I love remodeling. I dream of remodeling. I imagine the endless things I could do to Hoodstock (the nickname for our beloved house) with unlimited amounts of funds. So, I am getting to reinvent myself on a smaller scale. No longer will someone come into my room and say, "Wow, your walls are filthy" or "Is that a window I am trying to look through?" or "Yikes! Is this where you live?" or anything else of the sort. No one has actually said those things, but after today, no one will ever be able to say those things about my room (or me for that matter). I think your room or any other personal space one has says something about that person (this is by no means meant to be profound), and up until recently, I was living in a space that said "only for a little bit" instead of "this is me in my space."

But more to the point, I wanted to change my room, and I FINALLY have a weekend free to do it! Kevin and I have been at Hoodstock since mid-September and this is the first time we've gotten to do a home-improvement project. Yeah!!!

So there was lots of painting to do, but we went through it much quicker than we did with the primer. At first I was trying to be gentle and not splatter, and basically have perfect brush strokes, but today was a different story. I was over pussy-footing around; I needed to slap the paint on so it could start drying!

Kev did the walls and I did edges and detailing again, but it wasn't nearly as exhausting or draining as it was the day before. As the heat radiated from the radiator and as the tunes crooned from my iPod speakers, Kev and I happily painted away, enjoying the new walls and the new room.

As white swept the inner walls, white blanketed the outside. It was snowing so hard that we ended up canceling dance class. We made the assumption that the storm might not let up, in which case many students probably couldn't or wouldn't come. Since we have 2 routine classes, we didn't't want people missing the material, so canceling felt like it would be the right decision, which in turn lead us to calling half the student body to make sure they knew class was canceled.

Phone Tree
Kev and I had a pretty good system worked out and we motored through about 80 names rather quickly. We noticed that our messages became more concise the more we left, and that when we bobbled, it was very amusing. We'd also say the name of the person right as we were calling and hope the other person hadn't already called them before someone on the other end picked up.

We made some phone calls, had some Subway sandwiches, and then headed back in the Ivory room. It was already looking so much better. I was so pleased. We definitely need to do another coat tomorrow, but it's looking wonderful. I feel like the value of Kev's house has just gone up!!!

I took some pictures; hopefully I can get them up in the next few days.

Cheers!