Everything that could have gone wrong with this month’s projects basically did. I got sick. I couldn’t find a chair, like, at all. I made some truly spectacularly questionable purchases, and some even more spectacularly questionable paint choices. The weather worked against me in to an extent that I think you have to live in Washington to really appreciate. Grand plans like crafts, curtains, and cooking fell into the puddle that passes for a wayside.
You know what, thought? Sometimes everything works out just the way it should.
Like you find, buried in a box, a duvet cover that just happens to match all the things ever.
Or you buy a wicker chair in an over-the-counter-drug fueled haze, and happen to have a random pillow just the right size for its seat.
Maybe you suddenly find a use for the random textile postcards you impulse bought a decade ago.
Possibly a rainy-day amble through Target will drop a perfect package of party decoration into your cart.
Yeah, sometimes it all comes together.
Like, really. Even that pink and gold paint thing. I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Nyquil. Never leave me.
I think we’ll go ahead and call this guest room open for business!