Meet Christina and Krista.
Oh, wait—first, the back story. Once upon a time, we had a hideous guest bedroom with brown shag carpet, walls painted a stomach-churning shade of mint-pistachio green, and mauve trim—all to sort of match a bizarre floral wallpaper that I can't image was ever in vogue (I think our landlady must have been smoking some of her home-grown crop from what used to be the underground greenhouse when she came up with that winning home decor combination).
When we got pregnant, we decided that Jimmy should move into a "big brother bedroom" so that the baby could be in the smaller bedroom right next to ours. Being the loving mother I am, I worried that the mint/mauve combo might stunt his emotional growth and sense of aesthetics. I couldn't do much about the carpet, but a coat of white paint and some cute fabric overlaying the wallpaper might freshen it up to a tolerable level. Paint was a problem: Jim's honey-do list was already too long for me to add such a project, and I couldn't do it myself because of the pregnancy ban on painting. What to do?
Enter Christina and Krista. These two lovely young ladies, who I work with in our church's young women group, volunteered to paint Jimmy's new room. They gave up one of the first afternoons of their summer vacation and got us one step closer to the new big brother bedroom. Are they sweet or what?
3 comments:
very sweet. so what color is it now?
Well on its way to white (some hints of green and parts of the purple baseboards still remain, but it should just take a little more paint to fix that, and Jim says he can handle it).
That is a wonderful thing for two young ladies to do. They still have braces and are willing to undertake something that has no rewards for them. I used to be that way, and sometimes on rare occasions I do things expecting nothing, but I find as adults we often have a secret agenda. To be innocent again...
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