The Little Things.

We’re working hard at finishing both the boys’ room and my new studio. And I’m getting really really antsy. I have so many ideas swimming in my head, old pieces of furniture in the basement that I want to re-purpose, lights to hang, plants to plant, curtains to hang, hardware to attach, doorknobs to replace. Anyway, I’m impatient. I can’t wait to get upstairs and start working in my new little office.

These are the little projects that turn into big projects, one room that only needs a new coat of paint but turns into painting trim and doors and well, everything else in sight. My husband’s nature is to do one thing and do it well, and he has worked so hard in getting it all done and done right. Which I’m so thankful for, because I have a tendency toward instant gratification. We’re almost there, and though there’s plenty to be done, (and the kitchen to paint next) I’m finding small victories and delight in the little things.  ‘Can’t wait to move my Etsy shop stuff out of the mudroom (not kidding) into a light, bright and airy real studio space. ‘Can’t wait to show you all of it when it’s done. For now, the little happy details are holding me over-