I'd been so excited to post today to show you my not-so-new but newly painted, trimmed, and wallpapered little library. Ever have one of those days where everything you touch turns to ashes? Well, welcome to my world:)I have a good book waiting for consolation (the one I'm reading and the one I'm writing;). Now if I could just get my wallpaper to stick! We've been revamping this room for a month or so and I've taken some before, after, and happily ever after pics to show you where I'll be writing. The happily ever after part is eluding me at present but my Randy who is a sticktuit-kind-of-guy (no pun intended) is coming home later to wrestle the wallpaper into submission.
I love wallpaper. My whole life has been one pattern after another in houses old and new. NEVER have I finished papering only to return an hour later to have it peeling like a banana... Blame it on the damp northwest woods. All my Kentucky wallpaper sticks!!
Notice the Kentucky-ish border - I just love it. It might not be your cup of tea but it's surely me. At this point in the photo it was sticking. No more. My lovely colonial chair rail is now very lonely and my colonial paint in cranberry and cream (which shows up gray in this photo) is a bit drab. But there will be a happily ever after photo for you shortly, or so I hope.
Ten years ago I might have stomped my foot and cried at the mess. Today I just went into the kitchen and made soup and bread and counted my blessings. Wallpaper is such a small thing, after all. As I get older I'm more mindful of how the Lord blesses me amidst the mess of things and that peeling wallpaper is truly a laughing matter. Hope you're having a day where everything sticks:)