Where the Magic Happens
I Photoshopped the wall color because it's hard to concentrate on the curtains and bedspread with three big patches of paint in different shades of blue glaring at you from over the bed. They've been there so long I hardly notice them until I see them on my computer screen.
I could've waited to show a photo after the walls are actually painted, but then we all might be dead, and our grandchildren will have inherited the Internet. Before the walls can be painted, the closets must be torn out, and before they can be torn out, the new closet must be built, and before it can be built, the bathroom must be finished. So sometime in 2075.
The Photoshop-painted walls are more pastel than I wanted. For some reason, Photoshop would not let me paint them the lovely, mushroomy is-it-purple-or-is-it-gray? color I had in mind. The whole time I was playing with the photo, Darwin kept popping into the room and making references to Pepto Bismol, but by then it was too late, and I was past the point of caring.
Anyway, you get the idea. I still lovelovelove those curtains, and I like the bedspread. Though the sheets feel awfully coarse after a winter of sleeping on divinely soft flannel sheets. Fortunately, I have a matching peachy-orange flannel set ... they just need to be washed first.
We made the mistake of not washing our other set of flannel sheets before we put them on the bed, so we were forever getting brown fuzzlets stuck in various crevices. The first time we took the sheets off the bed, we found an army of fuzzlets gathered at the foot of the bed. With that and the cat hair tumbleweeds floating in the corners of the bedroom, we could've knitted a sweater. Not pretty, my friends. Not pretty.