I forgot to post pictures of my living room.  I finished it awhile ago - but never posted them.  Here they are. 

It seems very unimportant today to post them.  A long-time friend just found out his wife was divorcing him - he is devastated.  A close friend of mine refuses to help himself, and his losses will be great.  They already have been.  Just as people “left” me to deal with my messes, I have to leave some of my friends to deal with theirs if their behavior makes me unhealthy.  The other end of the spectrum also makes it unimportant:  my good friends have been out in force, buying half price wine, sitting on warm patios with me, giving me incredible and priceless advice.  They run with me, eat with me, and occasionally let me help them too.  My family shows up, buys bread when I forget it until the kids are in bed.  Sometimes I’m 100% on with the motherhood stuff - other times I’m less than 75%.  I’ve gotten better at asking for help, and not raking myself over the coals when I do ask for it. 

So yeah, the living room is done - my whole house is, really - and it feels good to post things that had a finite start and a finite end.  Tomorrow marks the start of something new as well.  I’m finding that scaring myself just a little bit, or pushing my comfort zone, is actually quite liberating. 

Before:

Now:

(Thora loves the room - big windows and a chair she shouldn’t be on to watch from)