recuperate: to spend time recovering from an illness or the effects of medical treatment, especially by resting
[ 15th century. < Latin convalescere < valescere "grow strong" < valere "be strong]
I never thought I'd use the word "convalescing" in a sentence, particularly not to describe myself, but it so beautifully and acurately describes the situation. Even if the resting is drug-induced. The good news is that everything seemes to be on the mend now.
I am a terrible convalescer.
This is my brother/mine/friend-who-justgot-married-this-weekend-and-has-one-semester-left-at-school-and-can't-find-just-a-fall-lease's room. The house was built in 1925, and has a lot of the origional lathe-and-plaster wallboarding up [the bathroom has been redone since then!!]. No where is this more aparent than this bedroom.
It needed some help. Okay, it needed a lot of help.
Some before pictures.
I painted the outlet cover for my brother. The bears are the natrual tile, ground is a white underglaze, the "sky" is a crystaline which I've forgotten the name of. Brother picked out the new wall color.
mom found the curtains at volde-mart in the seasonal clearance isle.
Disaster area? I think yes.
The color is called "young seedling". It's two shades darker than my room down the hall.
Grandpa-relics. Or, as he puts it, "What am I going to do with them?". There are a few more to be hung up, but they go along well with the whole "man-cave" motif. The green is a lot darker in person than in the pictures, but you can see, it's there.
SO. MUCH. BETTER!
Yes, that's the Lyd. We weren't sure how long the convalescing was going to take. No, that's so not a vintage Return of the Jedi sleeping bag on the blanket rack, or a fleece My Little Pony throw on the bed. Not a chance. Get your eyes checked.