So, this is what the room looked like this morning:
Dexter's kill site.
We had done a little test strip last night to see how well the paint stripper would work. It worked…ok. But that picture made me realize just how bad the room looked before. And therefore, made me quite happy that we were going to redo the room.
However, after the day we’ve had, I told Chris that we need to get new jobs and make enough money that we can just pay people to do house work for us. And, the thought also ran through my mind that people shouldn’t buy old houses. They should just buy houses made how they want them, with the rooms painted the colors they want them. Of course, I don’t actually feel that way. But scraping 90 years of paint off a wall made some crazy ideas go through my head.
This is what the room looks like now:
Colors of the rainbow, all on our walls.
The colors we found: the first color the room was painted seems to have been pink. Pepto Bismal pink. Then, fairy tale purple. Then chocolate brown, and finally a yellowish tan (before the beige that was just fine, but nothing special).
But at the end, Chris and I were so physically exhausted we could both barely stand up. And my butt was covered in goopy paint/stripper mixture.
It’s not how I would recommend spending your Saturday…
more colorful 
Divorced???? When did you get married? Did I miss the ceremony?
Haha, Mom. Like we wouldn’t tell you.
Whew, now I don’t have to start saving for a wedding present. Or do like the aunt in NL Christmas story and start wrapping up cats.