Finally have internet back up and running as of this morning. Our project for the next few days is unpacking this house full of boxes; I've got to spend some time getting things in their places. So very frustrating when you can't find your everyday things.
The bedroom was painted last night, and it will help a lot to be able to move the dresser and clothes into that room and clear space elsewhere. The walls were a sunny glossy yellow--not a good color for sleeping. Now the color is a dark mocha, or "Cardamon Spice" according to Behr.
Okay, who am I kidding. It's poop brown.
Whatever you call it, it's dark and flat/matte and I'm happy with it. I've learned I'm a horrible painter, especially at edging. I am a lucky girl in that my father in law came over and very kindly painted the living room for me. He had some leftover beige paint from his home, and it's a major improvement over the navy blue. Nothing wrong with navy blue, but it just wasn't right for the main room.
So much to do, so much I want to write about . . . later.