I'm ashamed to say that I let all that controversy influence me for years. I wanted to paint our family room, but "people" said that was a terrible idea, it was a treasure to be savored, I'd hate it, etc.
And so, in large part because of the indecisiveness, we let our family room become The Room to Avoid. It was the homeschool room for a while, but it slowly got ickier and creepier (see scary ghouls, right) and we moved the TV out and then it was, as the TP called it, Gollum's Computer Cave and the place that only brave people who couldn't get time on Mom's laptop went. We couldn't even let guests stay there anymore. Ew.
Wednesday morning (day after Christmas), we pulled everything out, went to the dump twice and got rid of a bunch of trashed furniture by pulling it out on the street as freebies. Spouse got a lovely case of hives from something in the dust bunnies. I spent $156 on paint and supplies and spent not two, not three, but four twelve hour days patching, prepping, priming and painting the walls. I painted them green, of all things, and there was instant and unanimous agreement that this was an enormous mistake. So I REPAINTED them (two coats) Muslin, which turned out to be perfect.
Really perfect. I'm astonished at how wonderful the room looks. Painting knotty pine paneling that you hate is a GREAT IDEA.
Today was IKEA day, where we spent an incredible amount of money on what seemed like nothing, and then spent an incredible amount of time setting the nothing up. But now it's mostly done.
And that is what I did with my winter vacation. No art yet, and all the boxes haven't been unpacked, but overall we're happy. We're going to do a family savings plan for a 37" flat screen and a sofa, and life will be good. We will be People With a Family Room.
And I have some Joel Dewberry quilty plans, but I have to get a fat quarter pack to see if the colors work. Stay tuned.
I have, since early November, lost 8 pounds and gotten to the point where I can run (heh, "trundle" is a better word) aaaaaaaaalmost three miles on the street and a bit over three on the treadmill. So the first resolution is to keep up the good work on my health.
Get in to a master's program ranks second.
Then there's "try not to be a shrew to my family, friends and co-workers when I'm suffering from perimenopausal meltdowns". The exercise is helping some. I think. If not, well, sorry...I really am trying.
Make, oh...five quilts this year? Is that reasonable? Maybe if I have someone else longarm them. I want to make one for our bed, and a one for the new family room sofa that we get. My sister is lobbying for one. I can do that.
I'm thinking that's really enough. I feel a little faint just thinking about all that effort.
Happy 2008 to all.