There has been painting. Oh, the painting there has been. So much with the painting. And today, as soon as I finish my coffee, I will head back over there...to do more painting.
It is beginning to feel like there will be NO END to all the painting.
Was it a mistake letting paint ninjas move into my house?
Or was it the only thing between me and bare white walls?
And speaking of white:
The kitchen cabinets are coming along nicely. No more yellowed oak! While I am in love with the change, I still can't believe the work involved. "Are you sure you want to do this?" My father the professional painter asked. "I painted cabinets for a client, and it took ME 5 whole days." Pff. 5 whole days. Yeah, but that client probably had a giant Martha Stewart style kitchen, and you're a perfectionist, and...such was my reasoning.
Turns out 5 whole days is quite a good estimation. What day are we on? Oh, I don't know, 3,562?
And speaking of tired:
Here's me on a good day. See how I actually managed to do my hair at some point? Can you see the multicolored flecks of paint in it? Because trust me, they're there. I keep finding them. "What the...pink? But we painted pink back on Thursday!"