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Project woman

I have recently been thinking about all the things that need finished around my house. Every project gets started, but it never really gets done. Whether it is putting quarter round around a room after it gets tiled, or putting up the woodwork around a door.

If my house was a bicycle, no project would go unfinished. (If you knew my husband, this would make sense.)

The past couple of days I have been going around and doing some finishing of my own. I hung back up the coat hangers on the new "coat and shoes" location, (wall still needs fixed on old location) Hung brand new curtain rods in boys room. They are monkeys and hung on the others, which resulted in them being ripped out of the walls. Hung three towel hooks in the bathroom so that they don't have to hang their towels on the ends of their beds anymore. Spackled area where towel rod was taken down, just need to paint over it now. Hung back up curtain tie backs that were ripped out of the wall this past winter by said monkeys in the living room. Staining quarter round and wood stripping thing that goes under the door so that bathroom project can officially be called complete once they are nailed/screwed in place.

Wow, energy zapped. And yes, of course new projects were started. (sort of) I am finally getting the cabinets in the kitchen that weren't painted ready to paint, and I have started staining the shelves in our pantry so that I don't have to use that ugly shelf liner anymore.

For those of you who don't know my home, check this out and you will get the gist:
The Perpetual Life of the Unfinished Project

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