Painted Rooms are Bonny

My dad used to sing this lovely song to me when I was a little girl:

I know where I’m going
And I know who’s going with me;
I know who I love
And my dear knows who I’ll marry.

I have stockings of silk
And shoes of bright green leather,
Combs to buckle my hair,
And a ring for every finger…

Feather beds are soft,
And painted rooms are bonny,
But I would give them all
For my handsome, winsome Johnny.

Twenty years later, he walked me down the aisle to that song.

Today I painted our spare bedroom a sunny yellow. I love that we own our house and can paint the walls. Painted rooms are bonny.

This is just a sneak peak. The color is a little distorted from the flash; it’s not that obtrusively bright in real life. I have some sunny ideas for this little “spare-oom.” More to come in the following weeks.

Tonight, we are watching The Business of Being Born…more on that later.

Be my rabbit midwife,

Mary Ann