Back when murals were waaaaaay cool, I did an "homage" to my husband's English roots by.. at 8 1/2 months pregnant BTW.. painting a castle mural on the soon-to -be-first baby's walls. It took me 13 hours. It's the room that started my mural business. My husband reminded me that I painted it the weekend he went for a bachelor party in Vegas. Hm. Funny how he remembers that....
Anyhoo... back to the room.
I have to admit, It's a little bittersweet to see it go.
Can you see how old theses photo's are? I had to scan them from actual prints.
as each child came, I added a little bit more,
until by number 3 it was a full on paint-a-palooza.
and then when the crib went, the room became an office/storage place... Mostly filled with junk.
We affectionately called it the "hoarder's room"
Fittingly, the first "baby" is ready to grow up and get her own place; so she's headed back into the same room she started from.
So the "hawt" painter put on his bandana for me today and started painting.
He's such a good guy; I might have to give him a big kiss. It's a good thing I'm married to him. :)