A quiet day today enabled me to get just about done applying a coat of Olympic "Flax" (golden yellow. . . that's more or less aurore to you Bonapartists!) to baby's room-to-be. In-laws are mercifully on the way back to Seattle, the Grand Duchess otherwise occupied with their departure, and all is once again right with my little corner of the world!
I'll finish trimming in around the windows tomorrow afternoon once I get home and change clothes. And then a quick second coat with the roller and voila! I'll also snap a few photographs and post them if there is time before dinner and our first birthing class. I dare say that the rooms is hardly recognizable after a single coat of primer and the first coat of paint. Makes me wonder why on earth I just didn't go ahead with painting the room a year ago.
On other fronts, I was up really early this morning (before 5am) thanks to the Grand Duchess, who had occupied the middle of the bed and was sound asleep, and I was unable to wake her, so I could ask her to move the blazes over. Resigned, I got up quietly, tiptoed downstairs, made coffee, and retreated to recesses of Zum Stollenkeller where I managed to apply a coat of black gesso to the first four of those thirty RSM Austrian cuirassiers. Ah, it always gets the blood pumping when I begin a new unit that's been waiting in the queue. Charge!