Work on the fluffy, pink guest bedroom is nearing an end -
I have apparently decorated this with my mother in mind...
...and it has become *so* pink that my daughter refuses to sleep in it when she's visiting..
I don't know, I kinda like the sparkles...
There has to be a place for pink, I think....
The only paintbrush I've been able to wield of late is a large, rough, household one -
With both kids gone, along with their bedroom furniture, I decided it's time to repaint and re-carpet down in the basement -
- which took a bit of doing considering that both of their rooms were a fairly intense shade of blue (my daughter's room was literally the same shade of blue as the painter's tape). Lots of prepping and priming...
- but they are both now painted a nice warm, creamy white (along with all the trim, doors and ceilings). I'll have to wait until daylight to see if this is sufficient or if any of that deep blue is still showing through.
They will soon have new designations and much re-arranging is still to come...
In the studio, I've been doing a bit of modern-master copies as prep for the current book dummy I'm working on. Here's page of
Jean-Baptiste Monge,-and a pen study of
William Stout. (it's disconcertingly SO much easier to copy somebody than originate one's own.. Fun though. :-)
Yay, rainbow sparklies!
I can see why certain manly men might feel their strength sapping away by just breathing the air of this room. :)
Yup - they will lose man-points just stepping inside...
I can vouch for it's pinkaliciousness and give a thumbs-up on the bed. I slept like a baby while dreaming of pink cotton candy clouds with flying unicorns and rainbow colored stars.
lol.