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A Gradual Transformation

I will post photos again on this blog someday, I promise.  Meanwhile, I am little by little working on another room transformation.  Ever since my middle daughter moved out, her bedroom has been semi-functioning as a guest room/craft room.  I'm starting to dream of making it beautiful. 

Lowe's has a sale on paint this weekend (I knew waiting for a holiday weekend would pay off!), so this morning we went to our local store to get three gallons of eggshell finish paint in "desert sand".  The top half of the room is already that color.  We had a tiny bit of paint left over, with the color recipe tag on the lid, so we took it in with us, thinking that would make it easy for the employee to mix the paint. When the paint was mixed and we were putting it in our cart, we realized the front of each can said, "Matte Finish".  After a quick question to John, "Is matte the same as eggshell?",  I told the man at the paint counter that we had wanted 3 cans of eggshell finish paint, just like we had brought in.  He called the woman who had mixed our paint to come back to the paint counter.  He asked her what was different between the can we brought in and the cans she mixed us.  She had no idea, even when I turned the "Matte Finish" label toward her.  (I felt a little bad for her, as the man was not amused at the error.)  When the error was pointed out, though, she mixed up three gallons of eggshell finish paint.

We've started the painting, and it's going to look so nice!  To accompany the new paint in the room, we have a new-to-us armoire, thanks to neighbors who moved recently and left it on the curb with an affixed "free" sign.  I'm really excited about the guest bed.  Not too long ago, I learned that two twin beds pushed together is roughly equivalent to the size of a king bed.  Well, we have extra twin mattresses sitting around.  We had a metal bed frame in the attic, and were able to get another frame from the local thrift store for $15.  Pushing the two frames together, then covering the mattresses with a king-size mattress pad and sheets, results in a wonderfully adequate king guest bed! 

I haven't quite exactly figured out how I'm going to arrange the crafting part of the room, but I imagine it will come together eventually.  :-)

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