Really. this is me and my sisters (actually we look more like bros here). I am the one with the killer green "kissing whale" sweater. Rocking it! Yes, the 80's were not kind to us. AND the fact that my Mom had this hardcopy just makes me wonder what all the other proofs look like. My poor sister and with her shoes and the facial expressions. SO bad, but all so GOOD! still laughing. F-you Dorothy Hamill and your little boy hair cut that we all copied like sheep.
Now, back to ADD...
The entry wall. That was the plan Sunday.
My zig zag stripes were going bye-bye.
I had painted them over wallpaper (amongst many other things) so the paint was really thick and I was dreading having to strip them.
Then a miracle occurred...the paper just peeled off the wall. In almost full sheets. (5 year old camera man strikes again!)
Even my kids jumped in because I made it look like so much fun...
About 3 Minutes later I had a bare wall and the birds and unicorns
were singing joyfully in my head...
This is where things get weird.
I kind of slipped into a "paint"/ "too many options" black out....
I remember ordering my husband to get me white primer, he returns but not fast enough because I had decided I needed to cozy this room up while he was gone. "I need a gallon of Ben Moore 'Old Navy' eggshell finish!" I said. He looked at me, didn't dare ask any questions and brought it back.
What happened next was a 2 day bender of coffee and wine, paint, rearranging shit, breaking shit (I rush, therefore things fall over and break) and lots of second guessing.
Kids home from school?
No better time to start a big project and complete upheaval. They were awesome actually.
I made sure to snap pictures to document this craziness. Navy was making me happy. The big brown rug not so much. Felt like a cave. Painting goes on pause while I search for a rug substitute...
I steal the one from the family room...
Drop it down, rearrange things back... thats better, brighter.
I also switched the curtains out to white panels during all this.
Back to painting...
I painted for a good part of the day, but not without many more sidetracks.
Does this ever happen to you? Painting, painting... (convo in my head) "hey. isn't there that old Brunschwig panel downstairs. That might work on the ottoman or dining room chairs."
(I run to basement, find more than the said panel, bring it all up stairs and start trying out new ideas for the ottoman...)
liking the tiny gray leopard better...
back to painting.
"hey, remember that old rust rug? hmmmm...."
(pull said rug out and try it under DR table)
color scheme is completely changing FAST around here
I turn around and see this now happening and the big blank entry wall.
"Crap. I was suppose to be working on YOU!"
I have now lost all focus and I have a zillion new ideas for that wall.
and a zillion ideas for pillows and maybe a tint or something on the ceiling.
and my head is all about his now...
and I have now rearranged the family room and added pink and a big brown rug to orange, aqua and gold...
and I have not even started my entry wall.
And that folks is how things get done/ not done around here. Scary isn't it? And my family hasn't left me yet either by some divine force. Maybe they are crazy too.
Anyhow, I now have opened a can of about 12 new projects and ideas I am back to work so they are going to have to wait a bit. Anyone else do this?
