DIY

In my early 30's, I was full of energy and extreme optimism towards spontaneous DIY projects. There's the time I decided after returning from Thanksgiving dinner, that our master bedroom needed painting. Thankfully, the people at home depot, felt their employees family time was less important than the possibility of a crazy like me doing a project and so I was able to buy paint. We prepped, taped, primed and painted and had our room back together in time to go to bed, a little late but the same day (a true story)

Or the time I decide yet again on a bedroom redo, only to decide the same day, that I didn't like it and a re- re-do a day later.

(Blue tape still on the wall) It seems, as the next few years rolled on, my brain kicked in somewhere and started showing me the bigger picture. These projects became overwhelming. Effort required plus costs, meant I just didn't start many projects at all. You can imagine my excitement, when Monday, after a busy day of nothing much doing, when throwing a dirty towel in the dark, crowded, brown, laundry room, I got this.... URGE to fix it!! The laundry room was top of my list of my requirements for my house. No more basement dungeon, I wanted bright and spacious and if pinterest had been around then, I might have felt a chandelier was necessary to clean clothes. Everyone knows, whites are whiter with a chandelier and a cute phrase, appliqued on the wall. Anyway, thanks to pantry changes and ducts being moved etc, I was left with a huge wall in my laundry room and my monster machines wouldn't even fit side by side, so I am left with this.

and it has been a negative space ever since. My organizing skills have made it very functional but just not nice to look at, so I got busy with some leftover paint I had from the homeschool/loft area and voila.....

I'm still on the lookout for a mirror to go above the hampers(trash bins) just for a feeling of space and I plan on making a beaded chandelier to hang from the fluorescent light fixture (maybe in the next life)I may even cut some vinyl words for my sorting sake. I did save one part of the old room.

Our precious "Height Chart" (again, created before a human sized ruler, made from old palettes, was necessary to keep track of growing kids). So, anyone else, to tired for DIY? I wish I wasn't, I LOVE the results.

Busy Busy

Well it's been a while and it seems odd to go back and recap on events but some of them were massive. Be patient as I try to add lots of pics to show what's been going on in these parts. First of all there was this: It has always been hard for me to know, that 2 of my babies are not sealed to me for eternity. Oh I know we get the "it'll all work out in the end" speech but with the knowledge I have, this has been a hard thing for a Mum. Right before Curt's mission, he wrote to the first presidency to get permission to be sealed to Boyd and I.(It is required that a minor, under 21, have written consent of a biological parent, in order to be sealed to another. Yeah, I believe "over his dead body" was the response to that request, so not a total No but once I realized, hiring a hit man would in fact hinder, my entry to the Temple, Curt wrote the letter)He received a reply from the main man himself (Pres. Monson, in case you were thinking from God, lol G only texts)He was told, that it was ok to wait and he'd be just fine and safe on his mission. Skip forward and Curt turn's 21. His birthday request...and I'm thinking, ipad? laptop? groceries for a the poor newly weds? No his request is to be sealed to us in the Timpanogus Temple, same place Boyd and I were sealed. That's a pretty big happening don't you think. Asha & Ronan were able to attend which is a pretty rare thing for a young child so it was a pretty special day. The man who has raised and taught my son to be a man, is finally recognized as his Father for eternity, as if he were born that way. Of course my heart still aches for my missing baby but I have peace and hope on that front. Whew, does it get better than that? well maybe not better but still huge. We decided to sink the trampoline. The homes behind us are filling in and this may be our last chance to get a back hoe back there so game on. It started with dismantling a fence, then moving a wall. Digging a hole. Breaking our entire sprinkler system. Woops. Dropping the retaining casing, very nifty stuff. A bit of man flexing. A little tree shopping. Then I went away for a weekend ( My special Birthday gift, I'll tell all later) And I came home to.......... to be continued.