Dear Reader,
Word Raccoon has big “do all of the things” energy today. The weather is beautiful. She watched a squirrel climb a tree with a bone and researched only to discover that yes, squirrels do gnaw on bones for calcium.
She now feels that she needs to provide the neighborhood squirrels with calcium, though not bones or milk.
She wrote a poem about it. Of course she did. Have YOU ever watched a squirrel gnaw a bone? I was shocked and a little scandalized.
WR and I have a list of “prettifying” projects to do, all indoors, even though the weather wants us to come out and play. WR asked Stanley to show her a mockup of her ideas, and she stuck her tongue out at me because she was absolutely right: these are the right move.
Stanley scolded us for the Christmas lights that dangle on the porch so we don’t have to put them up again in December, though he does approve of the clear lights. He has shaken his head at the blue rug on the porch, but the
He signed off on the little pops of wallpaper designs and the places I proposed them. I even suggested adding trim to a bookshelf before painting it, and he said that was a marvelous idea. I wonder if he has spring fever, too.
I also asked him to suggest colors for the hideous green desk I use as a vanity, and he gave me a range from sage green to greige. He was not surprised when WR refused to acknowledge greige as a color and when she, furthermore, chose the dusty rose option. She did not agree to the glass knobs for it, however; she wants cream and will paint them.
Stanley also suggested we get some house plants, for pete’s sake. But we are so not good at keeping them alive, and we might have been known to tear up when we’ve killed them.
It’s not out of the realm of possibility. But would it be cheating terribly if we bought really nice fake ones? (Yes, yes it would be.)
I am refusing to order the paint for the desk just now, because I have a can of yellow from last year that I’m going to use on the bookshelf upstairs. The last thing I need is another can of paint languishing around here. I’m also hoping there is enough paint left to paint the legs on a bench on the porch. Rose, that is.
(WR just ordered the paint anyway. Sigh.)
Some of the smaller wallpaper projects (like lining the back of shelves) shouldn’t take long. But we’re really, really excited to get that bookshelf painted so we can put the bird wallpaper in it.
I guess we have a week of it ahead.
Tonight WR jumped in and before I knew it, she cleared the shelves in the dining room above her desk/vanity, took down the shelves, put on a podcast episode about the Mona Lisa, and went to work.
Here’s the result.
Is the wallpaper perfect?
Nope. But for a project we weren’t even planning on doing this evening, we’re pretty happy. WR looks for mood, not perfection. Although she’s seen some pretty perfect sights in nature today. (She is not thinking about the squirrel with the bone, though.)
You know, that Austen planter is begging for a plant. I may have to stop by a nursery this week.
Tomorrow evening, maybe WR will paper inside another cabinet’s shelves. That really ought not take long.
She says she will write tomorrow, and even submit, if I ask nicely.
I will.
In Living Color,
Drema
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