The short list included: 1. Really clean up and de-clutter the place, 2. Finish unpacking boxes and setting up the living room, and 3. Painting and decorating the master bedroom. Painting definitely sounded more fun than cleaning, so it was on!
The master bedroom was never a priority. The walls were a shade of just-off white. Not offensive, but a little too reminiscent of all of our bland grad school rental apartments. Plus, they were quite full of nailholes and scuffs from whatever items the previous owner had had there.
Frankly, choosing to paint the bedroom over of the of other possible jobs was a largely selfish choice. I was pretty sure P would be more relieved to find that all of the boxes had magically unpacked themselves, rather than the bedroom had a new wall color. But whatever. I'm the laborer here. But then, a few days before he left, P came to bed all dejected, and told me that he kind of wished we were sleeping in the guest room. It was all nice and finished! And not full of stuff! And it had paint, baseboards, and even a floor!
Um, yeah, a floor. We were so eager to get rid of the carpeting in our house, that we went ahead and pulled it all up--fully knowing that the master bedroom only had OSB subfloor under the carpet. (The rest of the house had hardwoods under there.) We knew it would be 6 months to a year before we would be able to lay hardwoods in there, but a subfloor seemed way better than mauve (and occasionally stained) carpet.
In case you're interested:
Living on an OSB subfloor is pretty obnoxious. It's nearly impossible to clean, and I get the occasional splinter in my foot. But neither of us have any regrets about tearing out that carpet. It was the right thing to do.
I'll start the redecoration narrative by mentioning that we still have a plain OSB floor. It doesn't make sense to us to invest money and time into a temporary fix, and most of the options we can think of would make our lives more difficult when it comes time to lay those hardwoods. So we're sticking it out.
Enough about the sad floor situation, and back to P's dreams. Crisp white sheets! Like in a hotel! Wouldn't that be nice?
Well, yes, that would.
With this unexpected validation of my decision to do a surprise bedroom makeover, I busied myself with as much prep work as I could without raising P's suspicions. I picked up new white sheets, picture frames and curtain rods, two gallons of paint, and got busy patching those holes in the wall. (Yeah, that wasn't just a "I can't stand having a hole here anymore!" patch job. And there was one smaller hole I didn't even tell you about.) Even though I selected a paint color I had already tested in two other rooms, I obeyed my cardinal rule of painting a test swatch on the wall--behind my dresser. Sneaky!