Room is painted. I'm not sure why I choose to do these things. I guess it gives me some sense of being able to fix something. Anything.
Bobby ended up helping me "cut in " the paint because I always get the ceiling. I chose my two favorite colors: tangerine and green...with white. I love the 70s mod colors.
this is in no way my completed project...this is much too nice...but these are the colors I used.
My shit is all over the place. I have cleaned up more mouse poop in the past 2 days then I ever did working on the farm. Who knew we were infested in the laundry room? Not anymore.
I have cleaned and bleached and if I show up dead or deathly ill in a month, it's Huntavirus (sp?)
While I wait for paint to dry and for Bobby to sand the last part where we had to re plaster the wall...Note to self...don't try to chip that tiny piece off...it always opens a can of worms I am sitting in the crappy computer room looking at what to do with all this fabric.
I have ironed little scraps
i have ripped fabric meant for the garbage into strips
oh my god....mess
i'm worried I won't be able to get this all back together. So I sit here making fabric for the garbage into balls of fabric yarn I can make something with. All my best ideas come when I am not able to do anything i.e: craft room non functioning.
Well, I'll keep ya posted, I really should try to go for a run. Its bee 2 weeks since the boob surgery. My pants are tight.
write ya later