As usual, I started a project without preparation. I think I have concluded this is the only way I can start a project.
I have to follow my heart, dive right in, figure it out in the middle, and then do the “prep” work. Or the project won’t get done. Ever.
I had a pint and half of white primer in the cabinet, so I started covering the polka-dotted Moroccan circus paint job on the wall above the stairs.
It’s a BIG wall and the circus paint is dark goldenrod.
I’m going to need a lot more primer.
But I’m in my painting jammies, with splatters on my face and hands. I’m sweaty everywhere and my hair is sticking to my cheeks in a tangle of neglect. I am just not fit for public viewing. 😳
Just a few weeks ago, I painted my son’s room a cheery yellow, so I know how this goes.
I will get dressed and go to Home Depot to get the primer and a few other supplies.
Then I will return home, put on my paint jammies again, and then realize I didn’t get a roller or a brush or something essential for moving forward.
In frustration, I will dress and go to Lowes…you know, because I’m too embarrassed to let Home Depot see what an amateur I am. 😳
Did I mention that my mom-in-law is coming to visit on Thursday? And my mom’s birthday is Saturday and my son’s birthday party is Sunday?
Oh, and because my son’s actual birthday is this Wednesday, I sort of have to get his gifts, blow up some balloons, treat him to a Toys-R-Us run or a visit to Balboa Park or something, you know?
That leaves today and part of tomorrow to finish this project.
You know what though?
It looks better already and I am motivated, so bye bye, Morocco. I loved you for a while, but it’s time to say farewell.
Now how am I going to deal with this?
What’s on your agenda for the day?