Oh so young and tender she looks, turning away, sheltering her frightened hare.
PAGE OF CUPS
We moved two bookcases and emptied two others yesterday and put 6 drop cloths on the floor and filled several holes in the walls. Yes, we didn’t have enough to do, we are painting the third bedroom which we use as a den. After deciding to move a loveseat in there, the walls were so crummy we figured we should paint it now before I haul out and set up dollhouses in there.
New windows have already gone in, but the walls and ceiling are dirty and the previous occupant was a small boy who nailed many things into the walls.
The Page was hesitant, so she’s turned away to get used to the idea and take a sip of clear, cold water with a sprinkle of reason in it. When you get a notion, a hunch that something needs to be done, go ahead. We hurt all over but we’re chipping away at it over several days. While the spouse is painting, I will unpack and organize all my fabric so that I can sew decorative cushions.
This room, this dirty beige monstrosity, wants a quiet bit of sage green and attendant cushions and mantis.