Trading Spaces . . .

Those sisters who love HGTV - wouldn't you like to give my kid's room a make over?

Those are not smudges on the images, but Art Work . . .
For a better part of the summer and now into the fall we have been planning to re-do the binat's room. So since mid-August, their room has been abandoned and converted to toy and clothing storage and our room has been turned into a dormitory. The slumber party was fun for about a week - until Ms. Mara's started serenading use with her irrational overtures. As soon as the lights go out, she began with the sonatas of sniffling, which progresses to ballads along the lines of "I can't see nobodieee," or "I want to sleep in my bed (my bed)." It doesn't take long for the climax of full fledged whining, squealing and gasping. I call it repressed crying. My hubby can't stand it anymore and she is driving him crazy.
So tomorrow morning we will be taking a family trip to Home Depot to pick out paint (white, but left up to me, lime-green) and supplies. This is my hubby's element. Not only did he used to work there, but used to give Do-it-yourself demonstrations on home painting projects. So I am sure the outing will include a bit of showing off.
One thing, we trying to steer clear of our crazy next door neighbor who works their- who blames my husband for killing her grass - as I overheard her telling someone one morning through the window. Actually, my hubby mowed her grass as a courtesy, because she was mowing it with a manual push mower that was only flattening and selectively cutting some blades. My kids even commented on her lawn - yelling, "what are you doing out the window?" and my step-daughter added, "I think she trying to cut the grass."

Back the room - so I will post the after shots in a few days with new bunk bed and hopefully some curtains, insha'Allah. IKEA, here I come!