#8 MAY-be We'll Do A Little Painting

This is a little embarrassing:

When Abbie was going to be born I wanted a yellow room for her. Because yellow is such a happy color. And I was happy to be having a daughter.

And there was a lot of yellow in her baby room. Just not on the walls. Even though I bought the paint. And tried it out on the wall behind the door on a little spot.

But then she was born and it was all so amazing and overwhelming to have another baby (in my old age). And frankly, painting her walls yellow just wasn't important enough anymore.

And so life went on. And Abbie grew up. And then we started talking about painting her walls pink. Pink would be fun for a little girl.

But life kept going on. And life became very challenging. And painting pink walls wasn't important with all the bigger things that were happening. With teen-age boys.

Well, a month or two ago Abbie started talking with me again, about painting her walls. And we sort of made a plan. But...you know...life........

Then Nick came home on Sunday for Mother's Day. He brought me a bouquet of flowers. It was a fun surprise. He said he was going to stay the night. Wonderful!

At some point in our conversations we decided that he would stay a little longer and paint Abbie's room to help pay off a debt he has to us. So Abbie spent all day Monday emptying her bedroom of all her stuff (yes, she did the whole thing herself). And on Tuesday Nick and Abbie went to Ace and bought paint and supplies and they got to work!

And now the color is a lovely shade of purple. It really has a different name, something more poetic. I just love to say the word purple, it's fun to say.

Abbie chose the color herself.

And she and Nick have been taping and patching holes and painting and moving furniture around

and breathing purple fumes

and I have pretty much stayed out of their business.

They have worked hard, these two.

I think the fumes have, well, you know, maybe affected them a little.

Purple fumes.