Tuesday, September 18, 2012

I'm a fan.

A friend and I switch kiddos on Tuesdays.
She takes them for the morning, I take them for the afternoon. 

This morning I thought I'd tackle this ugliness:

That's the fan in our bedroom.
That is what I see when I lay in bed.
The dark brown didn't bother me, but the gold did.

So I painted it.
(Let's ignore those popcorn ceilings, okay?
I'm never going to scrape those.)

Much less in-your-face.

And a distance shot:

I just spent precious nap time minutes writing about a ceiling fan.
THAT'S just how excited I am about the lack of gold.

Now if only I could reach it's twin hovering over the living room...

1 comment:

Ashley said...

Nice. And even nicer on the deal with your friend, that is pretty genius!