I'm so, so tired.
Our weekend was the exact opposite of a long, relaxing holiday weekend.
Involving endless hours of scrapping, sanding, & painting.
And those god damn front doors still aren't done.
Jim and I considered calling up our old landlord to see if we our old little, tidy, not under construction apartment is still available.
Seriously. I surrender.
On a brighter note, I love the color choices we settled on & we've already had a compliment from a neighbor. And I've mentally moved past actually finishing the doors and starting visualizing all the pretty wreaths I can hang.