Laying on top of my bed frantically scribbling the ideas that are pouring out of my brain, and unsure whether that's due to the cloudy cold dreary weather, or because I've been thinking heavily about the brilliant poet lost today. 

A recommendation

Staying up too late because:

1- BBC's Sherlock is the most genius thing ever 

and

2- The episodes all seem to be 1.5 hrs long (which I appreciate but dont help the case of bed time).

Clean slate excitement

Coming to you live from my brand-newly renovated bedroom (still in process, actually as I need to paint all the doors)!

I'm savoring a tingly moment laying in bed on freshly washed sheets within freshly painted and constructed walls. Space! It's everywhere! 

For anyone stumbling across this post who doesn't regularly indulge my griping on the woes and glory of diy construction, the abstract is three and a half years ago we bought a house under foreclosure in a boston neighborhood that needed a complete overhaul. The most recent project is making a beautiful feel-good bedroom with a usable closet that had a chance of housing my unnecessarily large amount of things to wear. The preexisting bedroom was tiny, perhaps 8'x15', and had a laughably small space to hang clothes (I refuse to call it a closet). Luckily there was a strange L-shaped room next door, and the shared wall wasn't load-bearing.  In January we moved our queen-sized bed into my 10'x12' home office (!! I won't mention what became of my productivity in these last few months), and broke out the sledgehammers and contractor trash bags.

Fast-forward through weekends full of demo and hauling Sheetrock, joint compound and the Sisyphus-reminiscent task of eradicating the constant snowfall of dust from the entire house, and the whole month of February where Russell was away on a business trip and I kept trying to get rid of the dust (nemesis!).  Flash back to me in my clean-sheeted bed facing a brand new direction (bed/chair/desk alignment in any given room is a huge deal to my brain), with super saturated cool-Brown walls and gleaming shiny white trim and reconstructed radiators (I'm a painting boss, no modesty). Awesome new bronze light fixtures hang overhead, but most importantly in my direct line of sight are four doors blocking the way to a spacious new closet! 

This is certainly the best moment of home ownership. Even though it's seriously rough gutting every room in the house, getting to live this feeling upon completion of each room in the house provides complete validation.

Now, how to decorate...

Contently unsettled

It's late, but not as late as it's been on many other late nights.

I'm tired, but too wired to sleep.

After a full day of painting and hip related appointments and moments I declared myself free of both things, flinging myself on the couch to read after rehearsal, and yet now I'm upstairs painting with a sore hip. 

Too much symmetry that's not symmetrical at all.