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The Abbott Home--Currently in Shambles

Well...as I type, I am watching my master shower and vanity be carried out the front door. Things are getting interesting here in the Abbott household.  Since Ian and I decided to hold off on selling our home for a few years, we decided to do some remodeling.  New flooring in the laundry room, bathrooms, and kitchen; all of which are almost finished and looking pretty good.

Then we are completely redoing our master bathroom.

Right now, I am feeling a little uneasy.  Seeing the bathroom completely torn apart makes the task seem more daunting, so I decided no more peaking.  Hopefully it turns out as I envisioned.

I took on the task of repainting the baby's room and reorganizing to make space for all the little one's things. I am very pleased with how her room turned out.  I agonized over paint colors for like two weeks and decided on a light gray color.  Her bedding is primarily black and white with a touch of pastel pink.  I still have a lot of decorating left to do.  Window treatments, wall art, etc.  but so far I am really happy with the way it is looking.


Hopefully by next week, most of our major projects will be finished and I can get the house clean and back in order.

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nettierox said…
True or false we registered for the EXACT same bedding and we were talking about painting the Maggie may's room gray? How hilarious!! I think now I am going to make(or my mom) her bedding but it will be verysimilar!! Great mama minds think alike!!
1/10/2011 9:35 PM
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