Adventures of a repressed farmer

So what can a repressed gardener do over the winter? Way too many things. Planning and planning and planning and maybe some more planning to the point your husband thinks moving to a southern location might work just so you can get outside and start planting three weeks earlier or...channel that energy into fun projects. I found time to do both.

I love home improvement. Not as much as my growing things but breaking things or building things can help me pass the winter season. I love the winter as much as a cat loves taking a bath or maybe as much as my son loved taking his first bath.

My mom should have named me Demeter, as it was she stuck me with the name April which was probably just as prophetic. I could easily climb under a blanket in January and hibernate until mid March. Bears have the right idea and I think that I have ample fat stores that could support that kind of lifestyle. In addition, I have more blankets than the average toddler, in various colors and fabrics of course (I love you Target), the weight alone could crush a small mastodon. So if I am not being clear, I really hate winter. A lot. Really. A lot.

But I did get some interior work finished so here is my first project:

Painting and flooring in the office.

Old ugly peeling wallpaper and nasty 20 year old carpet...

I am not thrilled with the wall color but I painted it, fauxed it twice with two different techniques so I just wanted to be done. I don't like painting with blue. For some reason the color multiples and looks way darker than you expect. My husband really wanted blue. He does a great job with the fact that I use flowers (not cheesy yucky ones but nice attractive and stylish ones) in my decorating with what can only be described as an alarming frequency and passion. Flowers are pretty and make me happy.

So while the end result isn't the epitome of office sophistication I was hoping for, I have to admit it looks a lot better. Bonus, the hardwood flooring doesn't bother my husband's allergies.