Painted Lady

I like to call my house a Victorian, though it might be a little small and a bit too plain to have that determination. But it sounds nice to say it.

My husband and I have spent some time the last several weeks painting our Victorian lady. Not the outside... Unfortunately, back in the 1970's some inspiring person decided to clad over the paintable siding with vinyl. So our Victorian sits with a not so Victorian color, and there is not much we can do about that until our budget allows, if it ever does.

We've been painting inside our lady. Seven years of a changing, growing family living in it left shabby remnants on the walls, and it was time to make it better. We've painted in the evenings, after our children have gone to sleep (or at least lead us to believe that they have).

Some nights we paint together, near each other. Some nights we are in different rooms. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we don't. Sometimes we fight, sometimes we cry. Our talks have focused on the 17 years we've been together, where we have been, where we are going. We've talked about our children. We've reminisced. We've talked about changes, good and bad, mostly the inspiration for the changes we are making in our home. Rooms have been painted completely different colors. Furniture has been moved around, rooms rearranged. It's had the effect of our lady being an entirely different being from time to time, something that is proving good for us.

Change is good.