I don't mean to be boring with this whole project thing. I realize you probably don't really care that we chose Sensational Sand as the paint color for the bedroom and hall, or that we've opted for brushed nickel outlet and switch covers and knobs and hinges, but this is what I've been living--details like this are consuming me right now.
This weekend we painted the bedroom and the hall, and they look awesome. I am craving chocolate cake though, since the color of the paint very closely resembles very light milk chocolate frosting...and the texture style we're using is very very similar to that of a low profile frosting. I may have to get some cake at lunch. This craving started Saturday, and has not been fulfilled yet, which could actually rupture something inside my Princess self if allowed to continue without satisfaction. I'm just sayin'...
Oh wait, I can't. Because we had to drop my car off at the mechanic this morning so they could investigate a Service Engine Soon light issue that appeared right after the car stalled on me in the Taco Cabana line last week. Really. It's an automatic, so stalling? Not funny. So I'm kind of cranky about that too.
Perhaps when I finally get my car back later today I'll just swing by the Flying Star that is literally a stone's throw away from our mechanic for a slice of cake. That may be what gets me through the day, actually, so I'm just going to declare that act my final To Do item of the day...
We also made a semi-executive/kind of WTF crazy decision to continue with the texture and paint work. I'm not kidding. When hubby tossed the idea out to me yesterday afternoon I could tell he had thought it all the way through and was sort of just informing me of it...and that he'd intended to go through with texturing the living room and the dining room, too, then painting both, before carpet gets installed sometime between now and later on when daughter comes home for Spring Break.
I overreacted, shut down, shook my head, felt my BP shoot right through the roof since the prospect of doing so much more means spending more money, focusing exclusively on the house project until the middle of March, paint fumes, texture fumes, and general fucking chaos in the house. Which tends to make me a little cranky and to feel out of sorts and like there is NOTHING in place anywhere it's ALL in the garage or in a corner or NOT where it should be.
I got over it in a little while.
It's all going to be fine.
But there are a couple of things that I just need to put out there.
1. This NY trip I'm about to embark upon? Really looking forward to it. Really really.
Even Frances knew, in Under the Tuscan Sun, that at some point during a renovation project, you just have to get the hell away from things for a bit. That is what NY is to me right now. Daughter will be joining me for a couple of days, we'll relax a little, walk a lot because that's what you do in the city, have some good meals, and bond. Away from the texturing/painting/carpeting extravaganza that's happening at home without her knowledge. Well she knows some of it, but not a lot of it.
2. I am not giving up my evening glass of wine anytime soon. Ain't gonna happen.
And at some point in the very near future I need to think about what to pack for NY. And do a mani/pedi. And then actually pack. And then get my little self to the airport very early Friday morning, since my flight LEAVES at 7 a.m.
Which is damned early.
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| Bedroom and Hall |
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| The light on my dash right now, which prompted visit to Carl the mechanic |
Oh wait, I can't. Because we had to drop my car off at the mechanic this morning so they could investigate a Service Engine Soon light issue that appeared right after the car stalled on me in the Taco Cabana line last week. Really. It's an automatic, so stalling? Not funny. So I'm kind of cranky about that too.
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| Do you see why I'm craving this cake now?? |
Perhaps when I finally get my car back later today I'll just swing by the Flying Star that is literally a stone's throw away from our mechanic for a slice of cake. That may be what gets me through the day, actually, so I'm just going to declare that act my final To Do item of the day...
We also made a semi-executive/kind of WTF crazy decision to continue with the texture and paint work. I'm not kidding. When hubby tossed the idea out to me yesterday afternoon I could tell he had thought it all the way through and was sort of just informing me of it...and that he'd intended to go through with texturing the living room and the dining room, too, then painting both, before carpet gets installed sometime between now and later on when daughter comes home for Spring Break.
I overreacted, shut down, shook my head, felt my BP shoot right through the roof since the prospect of doing so much more means spending more money, focusing exclusively on the house project until the middle of March, paint fumes, texture fumes, and general fucking chaos in the house. Which tends to make me a little cranky and to feel out of sorts and like there is NOTHING in place anywhere it's ALL in the garage or in a corner or NOT where it should be.
I got over it in a little while.
It's all going to be fine.
But there are a couple of things that I just need to put out there.
1. This NY trip I'm about to embark upon? Really looking forward to it. Really really.
Even Frances knew, in Under the Tuscan Sun, that at some point during a renovation project, you just have to get the hell away from things for a bit. That is what NY is to me right now. Daughter will be joining me for a couple of days, we'll relax a little, walk a lot because that's what you do in the city, have some good meals, and bond. Away from the texturing/painting/carpeting extravaganza that's happening at home without her knowledge. Well she knows some of it, but not a lot of it.
2. I am not giving up my evening glass of wine anytime soon. Ain't gonna happen.
And at some point in the very near future I need to think about what to pack for NY. And do a mani/pedi. And then actually pack. And then get my little self to the airport very early Friday morning, since my flight LEAVES at 7 a.m.
Which is damned early.
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