Mess: Part One.

Painting.

I don't just dislike indoor painting with a passion to rival all passions... I fucking loathe it.  And it's all my own fault for volunteering to paint a 2500+ SQF house.  The base color in most of the rooms is a dark beige or full-on taupe - it just depends on what time of the day you are looking at it.  In all my wisdom (sarcasm dripping here), I decided to paint EVERYTHING bright white, with one accent wall per room.

Guess what has been done??  The foyer.  The longer hallway.  The dining room (the tray ceiling needs desperate help).  And that. is. all.  Not one accent wall has been painted thus far.  And I've got to move a shit-ton of furniture around, which will mess up the dog and The Husby.  Both of them like their furniture to preferably stay in one place.  The dog gets stress-y and ends up with death-defying flatulence... and The Hubs??  Won't stop talking about my recreational furniture moving until everything is moved back.

Quite frankly, I'm up past my ankles now.  My procrastination is settling back in.  Oh, if I only had a few House Elves to help me paint, I'd give them all socks once the painting was finished.  And I'd still do my own laundry.  Promise.

So... next week (I have doctor's appointments on February 15th and February 19th), I plan on finishing most of one side of the living room.  The Husby is off on a business trip the week after that and I'd like to get the rest of the living room done when he is gone.  You know, kind of a surprise.

That will also give me an excuse to chill a couple of evenings with a glass of Box-deaux and a tawdry concubine novel.  But first... I will be a slave to the paintbrush.

Such is life!!

Bonsoir,
Gulf J