No. The painting needed to happen. We've been in this house 11 years. The white walls look like it, in many places, and I've decided I should learn to embrace the fact that this is my house and I can paint the walls if I want to. Not sure why that is hard for me to grasp, but it is. Also, painting is a lot of work, so if I'm going to do it, no barely-not-white colors need apply. Well, unless that's what I really, really want.
So, here's my newly framed print, at long last, and my very colorful room.
I spent the day yesterday painting my room with my kids. I found that one of them is a bit erratic, but a crazy hard worker. The other loses interest quickly and is a sloppy worker. Okay. I knew about the sloppy thing in advance, but I was a Good Mom and did not pick on her for the messes (they weren't too bad), just thanked her for her hard work. They made the work go faster, though it still took up the whole day.
I got virtually nothing else useful done this weekend, other than cleaning out their closet, but I sure love my "new" room!