Our living room was a wash of white
You couldn't tell where the ceiling ended and the wall started.
And if you take a picture of anyone on the white couch,
everyone is washed out!
It looked like we were in a hospital.
Solution, call my friend over in Seattle,
who is an Interior Designer!
Liz said, "Paint the wall."
I asked, "What color?"
She said, "Blue"
So that is what we did.
We were also, having problems with the flat paint under our counter.
Little People's jeans would rub off,
leaving smug marks all along the wall.
We added bead board all along the wall and under the counter.
There was one more paint SITUATION.
Where I sit and read,
I have a knitting basket filled with
books, pens and pencils.
You can't really see the situation in the picture below,
but oh.... it's there.
Someone used a pencil from my basket to
draw on the wall.
He didn't sign his name but
we know who it was.
I'm keeping his work of art.
Nobody is painting this part of the wall!!
It's a masterpiece, in my eyes.
"Since we have gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, each of us is to exercise them accordingly: if prophecy: according to the proportion of his faith;"