I'm So Smart!

I have this print hanging over our bed.

Isn't he a pretty peacock?  

He is ever so slightly off center.  I tried, but in spite of the several sets of nail holes behind the print, it is still slightly off center.  I was too lazy to measure, y'all, and I didn't.  I just kept making holes for the nails and n.e.v.e.r getting it quite right.

We are getting a new bed on Tuesday.

What does that have to do with anything? you ask.



Well, here's where I tap my head, acknowledging my stroke of genius.

Mattresses are heavy and I can't push the bed over to get it centered under the print, so when the mattress is OFF of the bed, before the new one is put ON the bed, I will, tah-dah, move the bed ever so slightly to get the bed and the print correctly centered.

Work smarter, not harder, says I.

My mama didn't raise many dumb children.

A.L.M.O.S.T

finished. The bathroom project is almost finished.

The punch list:

knobs on cabinets
paint the windows 
finish the end sections of the cabinets, which just came in

But this portion is finished.

The frames on the bird prints are turquoise.  They match the new towels. Because I have  mad design skilz.

The quartz countertops sort of match the floor tile. Because...design skilz.

We ran out of 15-year old tile to complete the area where the bathtub garden spa was and briefly panicked. The tile installer was brilliant: he took four squares of the shower floor tile and used them as a DESIGN. We're kindred spirits, he and I.

And the best part, the shower. I love it. It's not huge, but it's larger than the one we had.

Maybe just maybe, the rest of the project will be finished this weekend....oops...except for a light fixture I ordered from Israel that hasn't come in yet. It's Gaw-jus! (If you ever need creative lighting, go to ETSY.) 


Totally off topic---

I was in North Carolina over the weekend, and the hotel dining hall at Lake Junaluska served...tah-dah!  Parisienne carrots:

None of us had heard of them, but we checked the googles, and it turns out they grow well in some parts of France, as well as in anyplace with rocky, poor soil.  

We also had yellow carrots. They and the Parisienne carrots tasted like CARROTS!

Imagine that.