And now you know that I am not much of a multi-tasker.
I’d post pictures of my handiwork, but all the rooms I painted in our home the last four weeks were redone in shades of gray and white, which is not very interesting. I might have posted them if I had chosen more attention-grabbing colors, which was what I decided to cover in the first place. That would have been more interesting, if you think dings, strangely colored smudges, and black slashes on walls and ceilings (ceilings?) painted with jungle animals, goldfish bubbles, and large pastel polka dots are more interesting than gray and white walls. Seriously. It was like a game of “what do you think THAT mark is from” combined with “I can’t BELIEVE that I was so stupid to paint all this crap in the first place” all up in here.
Plus, who cares what a freshly painted room looks like in someone else’s house. I am the only one who really appreciates the transformation, evidenced by the many times over the past month I have found myself standing quietly in a newly painted room, admiring the smooth, unmarked walls and letting them soothe me into a trance-like state.
Or maybe it’s just the paint fumes.
In any case, it’s almost finished and I am looking forward to the new month beginning without a paintbrush in my hand. In all, it wasn’t such a bad way to spend January, a month which I hate mostly because of the post-holiday let-down, the terrible weather in our part of the world, and the general feeling of jerkiness that January seems to possess.
Thanks for hanging in there with me.