Our office is progressing!

One coat of primer + 3 coats of eggshell paint + a custom built desk + freshly painted trim + a chair makeover + new fabric, an old pillow, and a sewing machine =

I think when Gingerbread wakes up in the morning she thinks to herself, "How many photos can I sneak into today?"

The finish on those chairs, which is grossly reminiscent of raw beef, used to look like this:

You can see a full picture of the "before" here.

{Not that I often reminisce about raw beef.}

The room as a whole used to look like this:

And now it looks like this:

Basically, at no point over this past weekend did Rick and I look at each other while twiddling our thumbs and say, "Gee, what shall we do today?" Even Gingerbread was busy!

OK, so maybe she was mostly just busy being in my way. I love her anyway.

Rick's putting together a step-by-step on building the desk, which will appear as soon as he has gotten past "First, you".

Yes.

That's it so far.

I think he has some mad skillz for getting that much done, seeing as how the rest of our office kept him busy all weekend. And you didn't just hallucinate; I did, in fact, just say "mad skillz." You were probably thrown off by the single 'z', right? How's this, better? "Mad skillzzzzz, doe." What do you think? From now on, should every post have a little 9th grade speak? That would be epic, right?