I've been a little preoccupied lately and haven't had time to write. If it's not kids and school stuff, it's something else.
The last three days I poured myself into two different non-writing projects. The first one was to add window film to the window over the back door. After that, I decided I wanted to do the window over the front door, too.
And, as if I wasn't sore enough from going up and down the ladder and having to cut that film (which, by the way, is a pain in the ass to cut right), I tackled painting the laundry room the next day, took two days to finish, and, uh, fell off the ladder one time which produced a nice, colorful bruise on my knee. My whole body hurts. But, hey, at least I didn't drop any paint.
Doing laundry is boring, so I wanted the room to be bright and cheerful. I painted it a bright yellow (the color is called lemon yellow) and stenciled yellow flowers over a shelf in there.
When I was almost done last night, the youngest came in and asked if he could help. I told him I was almost done. Then he told me that when he helped a neighbor friend who used to live across the street paint their laundry room, it only took them 20 minutes with rollers.
I said, "I've been painting for two days, and you're gonna tell me that now?" Ugh! Well, I had a roller and a brush. What I didn't have was help when it really mattered.
Here are before and after pictures of one of the windows, and the laundry room.
I was looking for a floral one, but was happy with the mosaic.
Awful clutter! And only one of those things is mine.
Much better. No?