Every single day, in my life, is different.
Nothing stays the same.
This day I hate to paint.
So I thought I'd point out a couple of positive things.
I saw on a How To Video on painting that you should wear little white socks when you paint.
This way no shoes get harmed during the painting process.
I liked that idea. If you step in paint, you'll feel it and can whip that sock off before you walk across your wool rug.
I did not walk on my rug
But I don't like to paint walls, this day. I hate cutting. Dipping the brush in the paint. Wiping it off. All of it. Isn't this weird? You all love doing this stuff. I have proof. I follow something like 107 blogs. You all, 'cept for that wild woman down south, love to paint. Or at least that's the impression you've given me. WHAT AM I DOING HERE?
STARTIN' TO FEEL LIKE THIS SONG:
"One of these things is not like the other, which one is not the same..."
I changed my mind about yellow, too. I don't like yellow. I WAS enamored with yellow the other day. Then I did this to the closet.
And I didn't like it.
So, since I don't like to paint, I HAVE to paint this closet AGAIN. And, if you read my last post, well, let's just say, I'm in the throws this week.
oh my gosh, Help me! (see video)
So, while EC took the boys to karate yesterday I ran, literally, and got my cutting brush, my primer, the roller, everything and in an hour, while on the phone with one of my best friends, rolled the tiny room white! It's primed right now. Completely. Utterly. White. I haven't a clue what color I'm going to paint in there. But it's not Sun Yellow. Can you believe what a complete decorating nincompoop (that's actually a word. it didn't come up in spell check?) I am? Don't answer. Be nice. I'm in the throws, OK?
I was trying to do this space around a piece of fabric that I have loved for 20 some years (gross exaggeration). I was re-doing this entire entry way based on it. And yellow is not my life.
Good news, though. I realized something about myself. Go with what you love. Don't be radical. Do what you love and the rest will set you free! It did.
After I had that primer on the walls. I felt calm. Ok, it's white. But I was all calm and happy. And I'm in the throws! Calm doesn't usually happen in the throws. Well, you know it doesn't. But action does. That's how this all happened. Another lesson: Got work to do? Do it while in the throws! I've gotten so much done that I've decided to do all my re-doings during my time (if you will).
So I came up with other ideas and I'm in love. Does this happen to us? When we start, you know, decorating/changing up our dwelling place?
Tie dyed number 1, by my 6yo
Me, painted by my 9yo
Gotta go do the entry way now. Somebody pray!