One of these things is not like the others...
but unless you taste it, you'd never know...
YUMmy......
Actually, no. Not edible at all. But, who wouldn't enjoy patching nail holes with PINK Spackling?! I actually almost got excited about the job...I think it must have been made by a woman-for a woman. Men don't think about color when they do fixer-upper-projects. They just do it.
If I have to do the thing, I'd prefer it were cute....so why not pink spackling?
Actually, it only stays pink for a few minutes...the clever little dabs turn white when they're dry.
That IS my kind of product. Fool proof.
I've been painting trim. And when I got to this door frame outside of Emma's room, I had to gulp real big and take a deep breath {and a few pictures} before I could proceed.
We've lived here for ten years...so you can imagine that the little lines on this door frame are pretty sentimental to mom. They mark the years of growth and age of a household growing up way too quickly.
And now they're gone...secretly hidden under a coat of white...
Our project list is slowly getting crossed off. I think I can count on two hands the little odds and ends that still need completed. Yesterday someone from church showed up and completed several projects it would have taken me and an expensive Plumber days to complete.
Men are handy. I forgot about that.
I'm looking forward to having a normal day again...the last two weeks the house has been filled with people and I have lost the sense of privacy and routine. I'm guessing I won't see either of those things for a few months. I'm tired already. My body says, "No more!"...and my mind is tempted to follow.
"My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever..."
Ps. 73:26
6 comments:
You crack me up! Joy in pink speckling...only you - I would be irrated with the pink :)
Glad your to do list is getting done! Hang in there... maybe the phone will ring to interrupt your day sometime soon!!
You really are amazing, Terri.
Just amazing.
Isn't a shame how much you get done before leaving and you think: WHY didn't I just bite the bullet and do this years ago! I love that you are moving into your childhood 'homestead'. We did this when I was a teenager...moved right next door to my grandparent's home, the (still to this day) favorite place of my childhood, and my mom's 'home' from when she was 15 'til she married. I am sure you will weave your own beautious magic on that place, even though it's already so lovely.
I am so sorry you had to paint over that sentimental measuring post. So sad!!!
Again, I truly admire you.
(Is Ty Pennington a Christian? Does he live nearby? Does he like older children? If the answers are yes, I would have no qualms about introducing the two of you. Think of what could be done!!! :) ( don't tell my husband, but i still have a mini-crush on him and would prefer seeing him work SANS a shirt on the show).
One other thing. My stepson is 15. Quite mature for a 15 year old. Loves Jesus. Imperfect, but fun.
Your daughter is quite adorable. Hmmm....someday...
Terri!
It was so good to talk to you at Target last week!
Love the pink spackle! Looks yummy! :)
I love the verse you put at the end! Hang on to it and to Him! He is Able!
Well, maybe not Ty Pennington, but surely there is still SOME wonderful man out there who loves Jesus and needs a lovely, godly woman!!! Jeane'...keep on lookin! As for Emma, think she is kept under lock and key until she is 25! Love the pink spackle...I am sure I have some holes somewhere in this house that need filling!
ha! Jeane...yes to TY...sorry, but NO to the 15 year old matching up to my 13 year old!!! Maybe in 10 years!!!!
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