The Boys Room

This room has served many purposes since this house was built. First it was my uncles room, then a spare bedroom, then my uncles room again when he came home from the Army, then a spare bedroom again when he was married, then my younger brothers room when he lived here for a while when he was a child, then an office, then my brothers room again when he moved back in here when my papa's memory started to go.

As you can see this room has had many faces in the almost 60 years it's been built. And now it's time for me to transform it into my boys room.

Here are the before pictures

It was in this room that I found out there are beautiful hardwood floors underneath that horrible carpet. This is also the room that I learned it is a VERY bad idea to varnish floors in the middle of winter when you can't open every single window in your home. The plan for this room is to do a Super Mario Brothers theme. Now we are a retro gamer family. So I wanted to do the room in a Super Mario Brothers 3 theme. The problem with that is there is nothing out there for that. So for now we have stickers up from Super Mario Brothers Wii. That is until I can find a talented friend that can draw me a mural that I can paint. Let me tell you it looks amazing in my head I just have to find someone who can take what's in my head and put it on that walls. 

Here is the 'almost finished' after:

I'm waiting until I have the whole home done to post pictures of everything totally finished. I will say that since this my 3 year old found a stray ink pen and had a drawing party on his walls. Oh how I wanted to strangle him when I saw this.

Happy Reno Adventures,

Clair

My Home Connection

The home I'm currently living in was once my Grammy and Papa's house. It has always been my rock in a stormy sea, my safe place, as Sheldon Cooper would say my point 0,0. I have memories in every nook and cranny of this house.

Just a few examples. I'm currently sitting on the couch in the living room and when I look to my left I can remember when I was a child the piano was still there. That is where I learned to read music, learned to play Doe a Deer (I don't think that is the real name of the song but it's from The Sound of Music), and where I would put on little shows for my papa singing songs like Deep and Wide complete with hand gestures. If I look to the forward right hand corner I remember when my grammy bought a treadmill because she saw on the news that walking every day is good for you. When I look at the back right hand corner I remember when our bed was there after my parent's got a divorce. The double bed my brother, mom, and I slept on for over a year and that I threw myself on when I got my first report card in 2nd grade because I had gotten a B.

Every singe room in this house is like that for me. And I love it. This home was built by my community. My papa, his dad, and a few neighbors literally built this house. Every nail and board was laid by someone in this community.

But anyway, what I am trying to do now is bring back this house in a way that would make my grammy and papa proud. I want a place where I can record the things I find and I'm sure there will be funny things along the way too.