So much for my dream of delving into fractals....and so it always goes. My daughter had a bigger vision, and it included a lot of manual labor from me. To her credit, she pitched in as did my husband. A separate post might be about how an engineer and a social worker paint a room together. Our old house will never be remodeled in any kind of extensive way because it would cost us a big part of our relationship. I now know this to be true. I also learned that it is a day wasted at Home Depot to try and talk my daughter out of her designated paint color "Barely Sage". I did manage to talk her out of "Coriander Seed" for the trim by telling her it looked like poo. Which it did. She told me that "Whispering Birches" would be too light for trim. Which it is. For those keeping score, I'm down a point but I made the realization that my daughter has a better eye for design than I do.
So what I really did over winter vacation is continue to admire the artistry of my daughter. Her room is shaping up beautifully, and we will put the finishing touches on the forest room by taking a road trip to IKEA to pick up a shag green "grass" rug. She also wants me to hunt down some bamboo for her indoor garden. When I look at the room, I see the artist she is and the artist she will be. Fractals can wait.