Busy, busy

Lindsay Ann came over to help me out last week with a variety of tasks. One of them involved paint. Did you note the name of the paint on the can? You should.

Lindsay Ann noted it. She smelled it. She breathed it in (it really got to her, apparently). She helped me put it on my walls. (Disregard the lack of paint on the paintbrush--I forgot to take pictures until after we were done.)

It all started when I went wedding dress shopping with my baby sister Lindsay, and while waiting for her appointment at a dress shop we ducked into Anthropologie. I'm pretty much in love with everything about that store . . . except the prices.

I saw this quilt and it was destiny.

I abandoned all pretense to thrift, frugality, and a budget.

But something of such exquisiteness could not exist in a boring room. It would be unfair to the quilt. And me. And the world at large.

I took matters into my own hands--along with a paint brush.

See how boring it was before?? Blah. Blech. Neutral.

So now, I have a beautiful orange room with a perfect bedspread and a whole bunch of ideas for the bare walls. Once my checkbook recovers and I can act on those ideas, I'll post some pictures. For now, just smile to yourself knowing that I live in a world of orange and green and gold.

Lindsay Ann didn't just help me paint. She helped me make all the props for our singing group's Bee-Boppin' Bug Show. I KNOW that's an Indian headdress. We also sang "Running Bear Loves Little White Dove" because we've been studying Indians for homeschool.

This little cutie (cue Emeline's outraged voice, "I not cutie, I just Emeline!!") is modeling her post-Halloween Saver's special. Don't you love it when thrift stores have half-off sales?? I do.

My children love it too.