Scavenger Saturday

We've been seen scavenging around the neighborhood.

A fellow neighbor called me on it.

Guilty!

In all actuality, we've been gathering wood for the fire pit. It's hard for me to justify spending money on a bundle of wood when there's plenty scattered about from all the new construction.

So we decided, why not take that abandoned wood and create something fun.

Dave put together a couple of crates,

... we scavenged cans from the garbage (my own, by the way) for the tin pumpkins,

... and scavenged my stash of vinyl for the sign.

Colorado, the Front Range

I think it took an ariel view (from atop Pike's Peak) to really appreciate what the Front Range really means.

Our lives are full of color

I love what paint color can do to base housing. It instantly adds warmth, coziness, personality.

And there's no denying that in some of the older housing - you know it's all the layers of previous paint that's helping keep those walls from collapsing.

Moving into the Springs house - the thought of painting these walls overwhelmed me. Too many, too high, too new

Madi's room was the exception, of course. She had her bedroom plan executed within the first week or so.

We played with the other rooms here and there - painting samples, taping up paint chips. 

The family room got the red accent, the hallway couldn't avoid getting striped - but other than that, nothing bold to be seen.

Until ... A lady from the neighborhood came over to "Visit" last week. 

Her first comment as she walked in, "Wow, it looks like Beige threw up all over in here."

(YIKES!)

I'm sure my face matched what I was thinking because she followed up by saying,"But that's o.k., all our houses look like some variation of this."

Hmmm, that didn't help me any.

So I took my splotches seriously. We jumped in and decided to commit 
(at least for now)