The girl who was {gasp!} ALMOST too sick to DIY...

This story is not for the faint of heart! Once upon a time there was a girl...who had an idea in her head

 (from a picture she saw on the internets...)

here for more on that lovely house.

...she just had to do in her own home. 

She had the perfect mini door, it just needed a couple of crossbars: one at the top and one at the bottom, like this:

...and some paint and sanding.  Unfortunately, she had a sudden case of cold and flu, and was feverish,  achy, sneezy and nauseous and ALMOST didn't have enough strength to finish this project.  But, she knew she wouldn't let a little thing like being practically on her death bed stop her. (She is a house-aholic, after all.) So, she got to it, and only had to almost vomit twice. 

(Lucky for her, the bathroom is in the same hallway.)

When it was finished, it looked like this:

And she knew it was worth the effort. And then, she went to bed.

And dreamed of all the other projects waiting to be done.

The END.

Done with Christmas...and color!

Right about this time of year every year, I have had it with Christmas! I am sorry to say that this year is no exception! It will not surprise you to find out that I go all out when decorating for this very festive season, complete with Santa's workshop of toys right in my living room.When I begin staging for Christmas (the day after Thanksgiving), it is exciting and fun to bring out buckets and baskets and keepers of decorations. It is my favorite time to change up my whole house. And I love it...all the way til about the last week of December. And then, I am so over the color and chaos and clutter of all the extra "goodies" hanging about. I am ready for some serious un-decorating by New Year's Eve. And normally, New Year's Day begins the process of decluttering, packing away and deep cleaning. Normally.

This year, however, I had surgery to repair a torn labrum (cartilage) in my hip joint on December 22nd. And I am on crutches for at least 2 weeks. Which I really believed all along would only be a couple of days. So, by the day after Christmas, I tried ditching the crutches and resuming my usual activities. (The Colonel said not to do it, but how can he stop me when he is in another state?) And then I found out that I am still very weak and that my hip has a long way to go yet to be healed.  (The Colonel said the words to me: "Be patient.")

So, this year, I am taking down Christmas each day, a little at a time, and relocating it to the breakfast room table until I can get someone to pull down the boxes and buckets and baskets and keepers for me. I am not accustomed to well, being patient. So, it's going to be a long couple of weeks, I 'spose.

I am dreaming not of a white Christmas, but a white January...monochromatic is the vision dancing around in my head !

In the meantime, however, I did discover that I could sit on the floor in the kitchen and paint the island. HA! I bet if I think really hard, I could find some other things I can do while sitting and scooting. (Just don't tell the Colonel!)

habitually yours,
DeeDee