The Roommate Cometh

Mere minutes before the Colonel walked through the door, we finished the room.

A couple of trips to Bed,Bath and Beyond, Marshalls and Starbucks yielded a down comforterer, sheets, a bed skirt and the caffeine energy to carry on.

Carry on up to the attic where we found mirrors, prints, rugs and lamps to furnish the freshly painted room.

We had painted the old battered dresser with Annie Sloan chalk paint and on the advice of Rachel finished it off with several coats of a water based satin varnish as opposed to the hand rubbed wax finish suggested by Ms. Sloan.

Thank god for that, we would still be rubbing away as she tried to sleep.

Hopefully we thought of everything she will need, a bed, dresser, book shelves, reading lights, fresh flowers, a green plant or two and the most important accoutrement of all:

a warm body to cuddle up with at night.

Mission accomplished.

P.S. The Colonel has been in bed for about an hour now and we haven't seen hide nor hair of Gus.
Do you think he's left us for a soldier?

Sob