I can’t write.
Y’all love it when I blog about my inability to blog, right?
I have begun The Dining Room Project.
It’s just cosmetic stuff.
Ceilings is plural, because one of the arched doorways leads down a hallway, where I must extend the above.
My paint is called Flemish sky. Kinda wanna go to Flanders now…Kinda wanna paint the whole house this color!
As it is, it has given me fits.
The swag hanger wouldn’t stay put.
I scraped every bit of paint from the pail.
Did you even know, sometimes mouldings are just hangin there magically? That nails, or even adhesive, are apparently not required, but merely a suggestion to some?
Seriously, some of the moulding just was. Just..there..without..I dunno.
My knuckles are swollen, because my arthritis does not agree with my artistic inclinations.
I’ve got paint on my — everything.
It’s in my hair.
It has speckled my face.
Also, I’m pretty sure that smell is me…
But when it’s done, maybe Tuesday, I will sit in that beautiful room, and I will smile as I admire all my hard work, while I
work crossword puzzles write.