Hey peeps!! I just got back from a fab weekend trip to the Ozarks in Arkansas with my mom, aunt and sister – we hit up the War Eagle Fair (with killer hand-made goodies) and Eureka Springs (a gorgeous artists’ town). I managed to restrain myself and not buy too many things! Jason sent me photos of the progress at the flip over the weekend, and I was mighty impressed – I’ll have to share them with you later.
Anyhoo, the other day I was thinking about how my parents remodeled our house when I was little, and to me the highlight was the day that we got to draw on all the walls in our playroom before it was demolished. Crayons, markers, you name it we got to scribble with it. Ah, it was total heaven to get to do something that was normally forbidden! By the time we were finished it looked like a Crayola box had exploded all over the walls – it was awesome.
Last Wednesday we had a grown up version of the scenario I described above while discussing the plans for the master bath with our contractor. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, our discussion quickly turned into this:
Nothing makes you realize that you own a house like drawing on the walls! We sketched out different layouts, calculated measurements and got the whole master bath nailed down . . . on the wall.
What was your ultimate “I own this home and I can do what I want” moment?