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...