You rarely see #1 daughter looking anything but glamorous, but she’s a dab hand with a paintbrush.
We painted the living room today, an undertaking which involved moving furniture (and a piano, an organ, mountains of books, and so forth) and brisk rolling for just on eight hours.
I don’t think you can see the colors in this midway photo, though it shows a good bit of wall and a couple of the new cushions along with all the pushed-together furniture. However, I am too tired to get a better photo tonight. I feel approximately 82 years old.
Tomorrow I’ll finish putting things away, but I think it’ll take a while to get everything finished. So far I like it a lot.