It's been crazy snowing here. I think we had 8 straight days of snow. The tire swing is sitting on the snow and that big pile is a the beginning of a sledding hill made with snow from the roof and patio.
While it's been so cold and snowy, I've been blessed with a renewed sense of clarity for future plans and projects and a desire to get moving on them. Maybe it is being inside so much, but there is something about the winter and a desire to change the walls and spaces at which I am constantly staring. We've been here going on 2 years and had never really tackled the basement. Mike tore down a wall with mold on it before we moved in and we threw a bunch of boxes and random stuff down there. We made a little space and path for laundry and a jumbly gym area and just let it sit in all its messy glory while we focused on other stuff.
But all the moving around of furniture for Christmas and the blank page of a new year had me itching for projects. Unfortunately a lot of the projects on my list require a great deal more money that we currently have at our disposal. Organizing the basement though, is mostly elbow grease and decisive thinking, and so we dove in. A thing of beauty, it is not. But it is functional now and cleanish (save the bar area) and cozy (or will be when the wall is back up), so I'm happy.
We made a space for snacking and playing games in front of the bar.
A space to work out (of which I always have the most serious intentions of being good about doing regularly) or hang out and watch tv. Too bad about that missing wall. It's on the list.
I have tons of ideas in my head for sprucing it up: paint, storage, cushions, lighting, but I think we'll start with that wall. Not bad for just some cleaning out and rearranging.
And, as for those other projects that are in my head. Well, thanks to moving the gym stuff, Mike (and I) will now be able to make up a proper workshop area. First up on THAT list? Ellie's bunkbeds. Now that she's seen them, she keeps asking about when she can sleep in them. Of course, I told her they had to be fixed and painted and put together first.
"Okay," she tells me. "We can paint them pink?"
::deep breath:: "Sure you don't want a pretty green or blue?"
That's my girl. Pink it shall be.