Repainting the Spare Bedroom. It Must Be a Day That Ends in Y.

Our poor spare bedroom. It's been through some rough patches and many transformations. From the Pee Room (which we will never speak of again), to the Guest Room (for a glorious 6 months), to the Room of Requirement when Sara started shoving laundry (and everything else for that matter) in and shutting the door really quickly.

It has also seen lots of coats of paint. Too many according to David. We dabbled in aqua. Attempted a dark grey. The perfect color has continued to elude us like a magical unicorn or double rainbow. But, as the room becomes Baby B's nursery, we finally captured the perfect shade. And the perfect daddy-to-be painted the room. Again. And, as I've been told, for the last fucking time. That's a direct quote (you've seen it here, people).