Yesterday I actually finished something that I’ve been working on for a few weeks: painting the living room.
The fireplace was really discolored and dingy.
Revere Pewter on the walls.
Now the ceiling and the walls in the living room and attached front hall are painted. Yea!
I cleaned the mirror I use over the mantel and hung it back up.
Before the front door was moved the secretary was tucked in the corner and disappeared when the door was opened.
The living room before the renovation. The secretary was tucked into the far corner near the front door.
Temporarily the secretary was against the wall near the front door in its new position.
I moved the secretary from near the front door to the weird wall created by internal duct work.
The height of the secretary might disguise the beam running through the middle (not exactly the middle) of the wall.
In its place I put our old marble-topped washstand.
I also got brave and gave the front door a coat of dark grey paint: Sparrow by Benjamin Moore. I wasn’t sure it would be OK until the whole door was painted and now I’m ready to give it a second coat. Actually I love it. The color Sparrow is funny in that it looked brownish until it’s totally on then it’s a warm dark grey.
Sparrow on the front door.
On a low note the handyman who came to look over our drywall/Hardie backer project on Friday called to say he couldn’t do it. At first Charlie and I were upset then we realized God was in the refusal.
Charlie called our talented but busy friend who knows how to do all the building trades to ask if he would give us a hand for a few days. While they were chatting we found out that our friend’s girlfriend had been in a horrible automobile accident 2 weeks ago which resulted in her losing her right arm up to the shoulder. I hope you’ll pray that the rough road ahead for both of them will be made easier.
Sometimes we just don’t know why things happen the way they do then we get a little glimpse of understanding. So thankful here.
Have you ever been disappointed then realized how petty your troubles really are?