October Changes Inside and Out

It's been drizzly, off and on, at That Old House this week.

Not buckets of rain . . . just enough to be a little bit aggravating.

Enough to feel damp.

Like this pumpkin, at the top of our stone steps.

 And the thick green leaves on the Autumn Joy Sedum:

 Which is so big, it's collapsing under its own weight:

 Even Garden Bunny, who lives among the stones and the ivy, looks damp.  And muddy.

 

 Because, well, he is.

But this morning?  Just a few light floating drizzles, just enough to prompt Howard

to tuck his umbrella under his arm when he left for the city, just enough to slow down the drying

in the newly painted sunroom, just enough to make us not trust the sun that has followed.

Like the drizzle, I've been busy this week.  With a paintbrush.  Off and on.

My last post was about my having absolute conniptions about choosing the right color for this room.

This morning I finished up the last coats on the trim,

and now I'm off to Sherwin-Williams, which is almost right around the corner,

for a slightly-darker-than-too-white color for the walls.

I just can't adjust to having really white walls in the sunroom.
I'll leave the trim white, but the walls are going just ever so slightly darker.

Soon, we'll be able to move the furniture back into the conservatory, so it will look like this again:

Only different.

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And speaking of different. . .  you may have met my sister Peggy and her husband Bill

in one or another of my blog posts.  But not like this.  Not as brand-new grandparents of twin boys:

Now aren't they cute?  The baby boys are pretty sweet, too!

I am really jealous that my sister now has much better toys than I do.

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On Thursdays, Gina at The Shabby Chic Cottage hosts Transformation Thursday.
I'm climbing aboard, with our partly-done transformation of our sunroom,
and the total transformation of my sister and her hubby into completely loopy grandparents.  

Click here to join the party, and see what else is going on!

And speaking of changes, Mr. Dion DiPoochy has taken it into his little head that the freshly painted wall
nearest the sunroom door is the absolutely best place to take a snooze.  Tight up against the wall.

It's an old house.  I can always tell people the wall is hair plaster.

I'm off to the paint store, then later down to New Brunswick for dinner with daughter Anne,
so we can gush about the babies out in Michigan.  -- Cass

P.S.  What does that new carpeting look like?  Answer tomorrow!