Do you know those television programs where designers paint walls while dressed in fancy, pristine clothes? Well, that's not me. I have spent the past three days painting my eldest daughter Emma's room and have been pretty much covered in paint from head to toe. Witness my paint-splattered Toms' shoes. (I used a pair of old ones with holes in the toes. Do I have particularly pointy toes or does that happen to everyone? :)
Emma's room was previously a deep aqua colour which suited her perfectly six years ago. Now at sixteen, she has her own grownup taste. She chose a pale, elegant green. It's called 'lime sorbet' on the paint chip but Emma says that it makes her feel like she's inside of a cucumber (a good thing, by the way). The room is completely painted as of the end of yesterday afternoon but is not yet 'photo ready'. I will let you have a peek in a few weeks once she has everything the way she wants.
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| A quick painting of cucumber slices to celebrate finishing Emma's room! |
I wanted to share a story and have asked Emma's permission to tell you. As I was about to paint the frame of her doorway, I noticed that she had been using it as a height chart. I asked, 'Are you okay with me covering this up?' As I spoke, I looked up and several inches above the last pencil mark and well above the top of my head was a line with the word 'Goal'. I grinned and asked, 'What's this?' She said, 'Yeah, that was my goal but I don't think I'm going to make it. I think Chloé is going to be taller than me.' That's my quirky, lovable Emma. Setting a height goal. Mind over matter. And why not?
