For the longest of times, my cry was to have just one room in the House of Dreams done.
Just one room.
That’s all I asked.
And now, one month after moving in, one room is almost done.
My bathroom.
A view from the door
Over the towel rack, reproduction Red Cross posters from a calendar.
Over the toilet, a thrifted shelf with my blueware collection (And, oops, I forgot to take that little blue lamp down after I finished cleaning the countertop–it kinda messes up the arrangement, doesn’t it?)
The sink, along with miscellaneous doo-dads including my jewelry tree.
All I need for it to be done for good is to mud in and paint over the holes in the wall from the previously poorly-installed towel bars, to clean the floor really well, to replace the lightbulb that just burned out, and to organize the linen closet (and I’ve got a few little “someday I’d like to” tasks: making a couple more bath mats, getting a basket for books for the back of the toilet, adding a Scripture verse or something over the little shelf with my blueware, receiving navy blue bath linens for Christmas :-P, etc.)
Well, congratulations! Progress is progress!