Gotta Get My Paint On
Dear close friends and family,
I regret to tell you that at this timeâ€¦I will begin painting.
Yes, I know. When the paint rollers come out, we all suffer. But this time will be different! It will! What could go wrong?
Iâ€™m painting a basic cream color. No tri color stripes. No uber cool green. No Tuscan effect that looks like an Orange Crush exploded on my walls.
I must rid my bedroom of the green. Iâ€™m sick of waking up every morning wondering if Iâ€™m in the den of some sadistic leprechaun. They say red makes you angry? Nope. Green does. I consider going postal daily, but I donâ€™t have the energy.
So now we are going to go with a nice cream color with green (It is cool. It is!) and brown accents. And somehow, some way, even though Iâ€™m taking a mysterious paint can to get a match and Iâ€™m not sure itâ€™s the right color, this WILL work out.
RIP to the green bedroom. Leo DiCaprio and Al Gore may be all about green, but Iâ€™m not.
So I want to apologize in advance for the snarkiness that will ensue. I get a little moody when I paint. But then again, this time itâ€™s going to go perfect, so we shouldnâ€™t worry about crabbiness. And my simple paint jobs tend to take months instead of days. But hey, not this time, right? Oh, and I do usually break something when trying to move the furniture back by myself. But I KNOW thatâ€™s not going to happen today. (Note to my brother: Consider yourself â€œon call.â€)
So I ask for your prayers and well wishes as I begin my new painting endeavor. And I hope to have this project wrapped up by this time next year. Itâ€™s so doable, and I believe in myself.
And to my friends who have whispered recently that I have a painting addiction, I HEARD YOU!!! You wound me with your disrespect for my…art. But I will take my hurt feelings and channel them into something of beauty.
Unless the painter's tape doesn't cooperate again…
Or I have another ladder accident.
For lack of anything else to blog about because Iâ€™ve been home all week for the first time with nothing to do (thusâ€¦the paint job was born.), I shall share some family pictures. Please ooohh and ahhh accordingly.
My sweet nephew on his seventh birthday. Heâ€™s seven? Wow, his parents must be really old.
And my niece, who has inherited my curly hair, my love for food, and my bad table manners. But seriously, why use a fork when it only slows you down?
Another picture of my niece. Wish I had inherited her charm. THIS face would make someone pull over and fix a flat.
And finally, my cat, Grady, who has many psychological issues.
â€œAnybody can put a lampshade on their head. But a shoe box? I donâ€™t think so. Hey, have I told you about this dork who painted her bedroom green?
I understand the paint addiction – I’m addicted to the paint section of Lowes. My dream job would be to name paint colors and lipstick shades!