Saturday, July 31, 2010
A painter I'm not
I painted over one wall in my hall bath today. It was a green and purple sponge painted wall and I just couldn't take it anymore. So I scrounged together some leftover paint I already had and went to work. I. hate. to. paint. Taping, dripping, messy. I get it in my hair and all over my hands and arms and floor. Every single time. There are ALOT of walls in this house that I want painted. The white walls are so white. I haven't hung things on them because I know I want them painted, but I don't want to do it. So they just stare at me, taunting me. Phillip thinks they're just fine. I guess I'd better get used to paint in my hair.