For two years, I have been pulling into our driveway and feeling like I was at someone else’s home. A big part of me is grateful to have a warm and spacious home for our family. It has been a bumpy road, and there is nothing better than being able to all be together under roof, by a roaring fire in a quiet neighborhood. But then, there is the dark side of me that sunk when coming home to such a drab facade. A peeling house that was painted some time ago a nasty shade of what we call retro band-aid pink was not welcoming. Chachi, our youngest called it “Daddy’s pink house.”
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| On it’s way to bright and cheery! |
Fortunately, Daddy’s Pink house is no more. After THREE cases of caulk, the help of a dear friend, It is now Mama’s yellow sunshine house. It really is amazing how color can switch a mood. It is bright and cheery and makes walking in the door to all the projects that lay ahead inside somewhat more bearable. And now, to pick more colors! Whoo hoo!!!