"Hope" is the thing with feathers...

that perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
Emily Dickinson

Well Emily, I do hope I finish this bedroom soon

I've been hand sewing hems like an elf in the wee hours

And painting frames (without priming, shame, shame)

How about a walk Mom

Look how cute I am

Can't we go now

Sorry Bandit I have to finish painting these Walmart frames

I think I'll get two more frames for a row of three down the sides

I'm getting dangerously close to shabby chic.
  I'll have to be sure to glam it up on the headboard.

 At least I had Ho Hey by The Lumineers got me through painting all those frames