When the Nester announced she was offering a decorating class, I jumped.
Even though I am taking two other courses.
Even though I am helping my Mom both recover her health and renovate her house.
Even though I plan to tackle my back hallway and stairwell (starting next week!) as part of the One Room Challenge.
I just may have become that tablespoon of peanut butter one is "allowed" on that diet toast and spread myself a bit thin.
But then, I never do anything by halves.
I've decided to work on the dining room.
I want to paint the walls the slightest blue-green.
I want to replace the light fixture.
Replace the table with something both bigger and smaller.
Put a reading chair (which would also be an end chair) by the window.
And paint this ugly pine door--and possibly remove this bookcase entirely.
The course is six weeks long--and the first assignment is to "quieten the room"--take out everything tht isn't nailed down. I am allowed to keep what makes this room function for us.
Of course, Easter--one of the three times we actually use this room as a dining room--is right around the corner.
Instead of the Easter bunny, the men in white coats may just show up on my doorstep.
I don't know why, but I feel scared to death.