And the lovely Ikea boxes sit patiently waiting to be opened and assembled.
Now let the fun begin: painting. After getting a quote from our usual painter and having a near heart attack at the price, I set out to paint it on my own. Let me say, painting when you have a husband who is not supportive sucks. And painting when you have Mount Everest built from scrapbook paper and children’s books in the middle of the room sucks too. But it’s done and its a lovely shade of pale aqua blue.