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About a year ago, before Ross went to boot camp, I cleaned out his room. Then as I started going through boxes downstairs getting started on my downstairs project, his clean room was a natural attractant to any box or thing I didn’t know what to do with. Empty space draws junk like a magnet. Ross’s room will eventually be one of the “farm stay” rooms, so it needs work–and lots of it.
Yesterday morning, his room looked like this:

It needed cleared out, cleaned, and painted. (It also needs trim, a ceiling, furnishings and decor, but let’s not get over-ambitious in one day. The only thing staying in this room long-term is the bed, an antique spindle bed my parents bought for me when I was eight.) By midday, Ross’s room looked like this and I started painting (antique white over the drywall prime–this room is drywalled on all four sides):

By the end of the day, it looked like this:

Holy cow!

Yeah, baby!
::collapse::
P.S. I made jam yesterday and milked a cow, TOO.
P.P.S. Bedding from Wal-Mart. (I know someone will ask!)
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I made jam yesterday too.
Hugs Granny Trace
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I still have to paint his old room. The gorund thawed and I just couldn’t work indoors any longer.
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Pat in Eastern NC
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Come on Suzanne…did you stash it under the stairs?
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redecorating.
The room looks wonderful. It is amazing what we can get done if we put our minds and bodies to it.