A little avoidance gets a lot done.

Today is St. Patrick's Day. For most of my 33 years I thought I was half Irish, half Norwegian.  Just a few years ago, we were told, that no, in fact, you aren't half and half. You're actually Norwegian, German, Russian, and a little Irish. Really? What does that even mean? All I know is my grandmother used to feed us corned beef and cabbage every St. Patrick's Day. I hated it. Apparently my sister Sara loved it. And, a few years ago my Dad sent me this fantastic cookie jar with shamrocks on it and inside it was filled to the brim with Cheryl and Co. Cookies. Hey Dad! What happened? Where are my cookies? Ummm...gift horse...

We are not having corned beef and cabbage. We may drink green milk.

I've got something that needs to be painted...anyone want to guess what it is? Instead of painting this something I've been painting a bazillion other things.

Remember this:

Now it looks like this:

And it's sitting up here:

The mantel is a work in progress.

See those silver candlesticks on the end? First they were silver. Then I painted them ORB. Now they are back to silver. Should have left them, I guess.

Sure, I'll show you more.

After, but before (this was a GW find):

Today it looks like this:

I'm pretty sure now I absolutely must have wood floors to pull this off....it's life or death really.

One more:

This fan:

Oh, pretend the walls are blue, cause this is Gus' room, not the older boys' room.

It became this fan:

 This is the older boys' room.

Tomorrow I'll tell you the step by step for it. It's gorg and a pain in the arse.