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Nov 16, 2009 01:04

Today I started clearing out my grandmother's bedroom. It may seem a bit soon, I don't know, but I really need the room and it's going to take a lot of work to clear up and we want to have it done before Christmas, so we started. Over the years she kept so.many.things. Purses big and small, useful and silly, my grandpa's old clothes, broken knicknacks & jewelry she'd forgotten she had, clothes that didn't fit her anymore (instead of donating, she stashed away. WTF). There're piles and piles of old bills, receipts, old personal IDs. There's an old wig & its matching mannequin head to keep it on and the ensemble is creepier than it sounds. She had old stole (as in mink stoles or whatever) that creep me out more than I'll ever admit. And that was just one third of what I've got to clear up.

We're going to have the outlets & the ceiling light of the room redone, because the current ones are ancient and a hazard, and mum suggested I get the room repainted, an idea I adore. Our house was always painted in the faded pink, all rooms (except the kitchen, hallway and bathroom) in this horrible color and in the later years we've grown tired of it. My mum and dad repainted their room in the loveliest shade of blue, and I want to go for something maybe a bit orange-y - something sunny and bright, warming and welcoming. But I'm afraid it'll look like salmon or faded red when on the wall. I've been looking at sites online but they've been little help.

Though if I could do color schemes properly, I would kill for this color combination in the room.

The craft girl in me needs to mention I found a small bag full to the brim with all types of lace! XD Old ones, new ones, thin ones, thick ones, every kind. 'm gonna put them to good use.

Life's so weird now. Before, we had three women on constant rotation caring for her, always someone ringing the bell coming to take care of her, always tied to my grandmother's schedules, her needs. We never went out even to grab a bite because we couldn't leave her alone. Now we can wake up in the morning at any time we want to (okay, weekends, during the week there's work & stuff) but so many things are changing. And that was just the first day.

family, crafting is addictive

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