...and why is everything so much work?

Some things just seem to take forever.

Right around Christmas, we needed to add one more bedroom to our home...for a friend who would be staying with us for several months. Since I'm pregnant...and my office/sewing room would need to be a nursery someday anyhow...we decided to move all of my sewing things into the basement and Sofia into a temporary bedroom/someday nursery.

Bleh.

There's my sewing table in it's new home.

Totally the easy part.

Then everything got piled in the middle of the office, so that the room could get a much-needed repainting.

(My office always looks something like that anyhow. Post-tornado. It's a valid style, right?)

Choosing paint colors for the baby - without knowing the gender of said baby.

I wanted something light and bright (...but not painfully bright).

Slowly painting the room.

The room with Sofia all moved in:

Then, of course, we realized it would be better to have Cozette and the baby downstairs and that Sofia would be a better roommate for Annika - upstairs. (I'm just consoling them with the fact that it's temporary!)

And - YAY! - we had one (hopefully) last snow day, where both of the strong men in our family were home and available/willing to move furniture!

Cozette's downstairs room. I think there is plenty of space for a crib too.

I do have a few more things left to do in there. I need to clear off the bottom 2 shelves of the bookcase....

....and fill it with all of these homeless children's books.

I also have to pick out colors for the baby's quilt...and a new one for Cozette (less pink, more coral/orange).

- so that I can repaint frames and hang stuff up!

Until then, at least the room is livable and play-able. I call that a victory.