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:
P.S. I made jam yesterday and milked a cow, TOO.
P.P.S. Bedding from Wal-Mart. (I know someone will ask!)