Not so much practical

Image from here.

We are painting our boys' room. A long overdue project. Poor pets. They have been enduring pale purple trim, the vestiges of their sister's occupation in that room for quite some time now.

The painting scenario has followed a familiar course.

I see a picture which inspires me.




cottage living

I show the family. They respond with sufficient enthusiasm.

It's a go.

But! Not quite yet.

I bide my time until I find myself in the throes of an especially busy and chaotic week. I make sure that I am really behind on my laundry and that the house is particularly cluttered.

It's time.

I go paint shopping.

I come home and start painting.

Half way through the painting it occurs to me that what we are doing in no way resembles the original inspiration picture and I actually have no idea where we are going with this.. and hold on, why are we painting the walls Egyptian pyramid brown when we were going for a crisp nautical-ish feel to go with the existing red, white and blue bedding....?

Another special thing about my process is that I do not, in any way prepare the room or myself for painting. I walk in the door from Home Depot and go directly upstairs, paint can and new roller in hand. I'm doing well if I take off my coat.

I then start slapping paint up on the walls, sometimes directly from the can. (Can you say instant gratification girl?) wearing my favourite jeans and a shirt I really like.

I just cannot wait to see how it's all going to turn out. Especially since I am not entirely sure how the colours I am holding ended up in my hand.

For the most part this ends up better then one would think. I am surprisingly adept at not getting paint on my clothes. Not quite so effective at keeping it off the carpet (if you get at it fast enough with a wet rag this is rarely a train smash). Oh and one more thing. I tend to embark upon these projects at like..5pm or 8:30pm you know the times when your family wants to eat or your children need to go to sleep. In the bedroom where you are liberally splattering the paint all over the carpet with your best clothes on.

So that's where it stands now. The kids are sleeping in their half painted bedroom. Open window on a rah-ther chilly night.

It is all going right according schedule.

Dear Anonymous Commenter..

Since I haven't before, I wanted to make clear that I will not post anonymous comments unless they are of a completely benign nature. It is my opinion that if you are going to judge the views of someone else, you should show enough character to put your name behind that slamming. You clearly consider yourself a superior Christian to me, and I am comfortable with you going on believing that.

However, I just wanted to point out that your argument loses some power, and I have a tough time taking you seriously, when you post something very judgmental about an issue you clearly feel very strongly about, but not strongly enough to sign your name to that post. Hmmm.....WWJD? I'm fairly confident in saying-not that.

I would have enjoyed discussing what you had to say, but because you did not leave your name, I can only assume that you are not interested in respectful debate, only in leaving vitriolic comments and running. Hey man, whatever works for you. :) Have a great day!