This post, as you will notice, does not have a photo at the top.
This is because even I have limits to how much public humiliation I can take.
So I’m going to show you what’s up with this room, but I kind of have to work up to it.
La la la la la la la…..
I guess it’s not going to get any less embarrassing.
Here we go.
So, last summer, as you recall, we hung some fabric up from the ceiling in our family room because we wanted to test the idea of how it would be to have a mudroom and a smaller family room. The family room was awkwardly large before and it never felt cozy. The experiment was a success and I have really loved our family room ever since.
At the time, I shared one little photo of the fabric wall:
I wasn’t brave enough to share the view on the other side of the wall, which was this:
And, oh, now how I wish I had just shared it then.
Because on Friday, the room looked like THIS:
Sweet. Mother. Of. Gravy.
(Note to self: Never hide embarrassing messes because they will multiply like some virus and then be a million times worse.)
On Saturday morning I had decided that enough was enough. It was time to clear that bad boy out and start using it like a real room and not a garbage scow.
I worked on it ALL. DAY. LONG.
And then it looked like this:
Here they are side by side:
Oh my gosh, it’s too much. I need to look at something that’s nicer!
Whew. That’s better.
Now. I would like to tell you that I busted some hump and got it done. But, sadly, I did not. I was so discouraged about that I gave up (temporarily, just temporarily), and moved on to funner pastures. Like hanging some plates in my studio and doing a bit of furniture painting. I’ll share the results of those this week.
Meanwhile, I just wanted to share my pain. I will get back in there, but maybe I’ll try doing one box a day or something like that so I don’t get too discouraged by the mountain of stuff.
Do you have one of those “nemesis” rooms in your house?