wolfie and the sneak

I have really been trying not to buy much of anything for the little critter--we've been given so much already, more and she'll be drowning in baby clothes and we won't be able to walk around the house without the experience turning into some sort of triathlon.

We've started painting the navy walls (yep, now the big one and a little one that juts out from it), but the paint is a semi-gloss. The guy at Lowes said he couldn't do a color that dark in eggshell or flat. The bad thing about that is that every ding and minor repair in the plaster shows up and it looks baaaaad. Of course, I'm not a fan of glossy walls to begin with.

The color is pretty, though, so I'm just gonna have to hunt down someone that can tint a darker color in a flatter matte finish (eggshell! eggshell! eggshell!) In an effort to avoid napping my days away, and to take advantage of my increased level of energy, I've been finishing up little jobs around the house--like (finally) making the fabric I had up on the windows into real curtains. . .with liners! Make fun of me all you want, but I'm proud of myself. I'm not proud, however, of the crappy photos that show off my handiwork.

*links*to*love*

*This blog is entrancing. I love the photos with little line drawings on top of them. The colors are beautiful, the lines so delicate, calming.
*Stylish Stephanie Congdon Barnes and Main Squeeze Jack started a blog back in February to capture the renovation of their Portland home. I'm a little late to the party, but it is truly chock ful'o' inspiration.
*Lego Guggenheim anyone? Dare I say there's nothing more perfect for my own pops for Father's day. . . architecture + time spent together figuring out the puzzle.