The house is (mostly) painted inside; white ceilings, cream walls, except for the bathroom, which is green. REALLY green, including the ceiling. It's a bit … more … than anticipated. Like being inside an avocado, or a jar of wasabi. So somewhere in the schedule is a plan to apply some subduing elements. Namely, to sponge on some lighter green, and some darker green, and, hopefully end up with something that is attractive, but not like being trapped in a large nest of grass. I want to use fir branches to apply the paint, so it looks like being in a fir tree. DH says NO.
Spoilsport.
Conversations have also been had about painting some of the walls in the library dark red.
The library has a single large double window which faces north, into the woods, so darkening it might be a slightly odd choice, but on the other hand, libraries can be dark, and yet well-lighted. But on a different hand, there are plans to cover most of the walls with bookcases and cabinets, and so does it make sense to re-paint walls we plan to mostly cover anyway? Should we just paint the cabinets and bookshelves instead?
The question remains unresolved, and so does the exact shade of red.
It is, perhaps, slightly complicated by the division of space. There are two rooms upstairs, and one is the library. That is, half of it is the library. The other half of it is to be my sewing room, to be filled with cabinets of fabric, and sewing machines, and suchlike. The library half will contain bookshelves and rugs, and comfortable chairs, and good lighting. Already, I want to retire in there and possibly never come out, except, of course, to play in the garden.
Before I can do that, however, there are a few [dozen] tasks to complete. Today, we put in about half the waterline from the house to the well. This involved digging out the trench by hand, for about 15 or 20 feet, where it had collapsed. Project get-exercise-by-force is working out well. Tomorrow it's back to the office for me, and we'll revisit this thing over the weekend.
DH also has acquired some of the flooring, which is sitting in piles in the living room and kitchen. Nailing it to the subfloor is one of those minor tasks awaiting us.
Also, we need to put in the bathroom subfloor heat mat. It was supposed to go in before the sheetrock, but it, uh, did not. Oops. So now the wires will have to be snaked up through the walls using something called fish tape.
Meanwhile, the garden survived an unseasonably early light frost, but we picked many pounds of produce ahead of it, which I am now frantically trying to use up. I've breaded and [oven] fried many, many zucchini (it's an excellent replacement for tater tots! to which I may or may not have a small addiction), and we've been eating tomato salad, tomato salsa, green beans, scrambled eggs with zucchini and tomatoes, eggplant parmesan, chili with corn, cornbread with corn and jalapenos, oh my. And there is still So Much to use up. Send help. I've been taking some to work to force -- er, generously share with, my colleagues, and debating whether the food bank wants amounts that are too much for us, but not enough for all their baskets.
