Monday, February 28, 2011

We lied.

We went to Gilbertsville even though we said we wouldn't. What can I say? We're junkies.

And our sainted neighbor had already shoveled our driveway. This is same sainted neighbor who brought us cookies months ago. When a neighbor shovels an eight-foot-wide, twenty-foot-long driveway covered in 10.5" of heavy, wet snow, the only respectable thing to do is use it.

I worked on my Epic Wall Project. Then I donned wings and a magic wand, and pranced around playing Touch-up Fairy. Just kidding about the wings part. Patrick spent most of the day sanding, emerging from his labors white as George Washington's powdered wig. I would've taken a picture if he'd let me, honest.

I'm not the first person to admit that, as of now, my wall looks a little crazy. Part of that is the colors I've been testing out-- some more successfully than others-- and the other part is that it's a work in progress and in time, I think, it'll work out okay. I hope.

It's an adventure. I'm enjoying the process. I can't wait to see if it's all going to be worth it in the end, and if it isn't, well, a little sanding, primer, and a fresh coat of paint will be all that's needed.

And if it is worth it in the end, I'm going to positively beam every time I walk into that room.


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