Let's Make A Bedroom: Patience is a virtue.

When I was 12, I begged my parents to drive me the two and a half hours to Seattle. My Uncle lived in the “big city” and had a swanky downtown apartment (at least, it was swanky for a 12 year old). I remember it all very well: we had broccoli beef for supper, we toured Planet Hollywood… and we waited on the bus.

We waited and waited. Being a 12 year old, I voiced my distaste at having to wait for the bus when Planet Hollywood was calling. He leaned in, smiled, and said “Shaye, patience is a virtue.”

I didn’t know exactly what it meant at the time, but I’ve never forgotten it. In fact, I’m currently reminding myself of it at least fifteen times a day as I watch our bedroom remodel crawl to the finish line like an injured turtle.

Actually, injured turtle may be a little fast for our current state of affairs.