The proof is in the pudding – I’m not sure what exactly that means but my mother said it all the time. I’ve been whining about painting since I moved and here is the evidence. We have some rooms with high ceilings. This is a 12 foot ceiling. I tend to be wobbly especially on ladders. I have to be careful but I’ve figured out how to do it safely. (NOTE TO SELF: Don’t buy a house with high ceilings!)
Yikes how did that happen! – I moved three months ago and everything was cleaned — the backs of the furniture and all the difficult to reach nooks and crannies. In moving the furniture for painting I found that the dust has found our new home and moved in. They also brought their relatives.
To mask or not to mask – I’ve been fully vaccinated for quite a while so I’m excited about the loosening of the mask mandate. I have reservations about it because now I know people spit when they talk and they are people, so they lie. Locally all of the stores I frequent are still requiring them and I’m ok with that. In our state the magic number is a 70% vaccination rate to completely life the mandate. It should be easy but the process has become a hot political potato. I don’t remember that happening when the polio vaccine came out. Everyone showed up to get vaccinated because no one wanted polio. Times change.
Nope, not gonna do it – I found a lovely tie dyed sweatshirt on-line. I’ve bought from then before and their quality is good. The sweatshirt had soft colors and not blotchy harsh ones. No orange, my least favorite color! It wasn’t cheap but I thought I would reward myself for climbing ladders. During the checkout process the shipping charge was $10. Seriously? It was soft and easy to ship. I couldn’t find a coupon so I let it go. I checked on it this morning. Sometimes they will give you an incentive to click the “buy” button. They were all sold out. I’m moving on. I’ve been spoiled by free shipping and it’s hard to go back.
The power of color – Inside our new home everything was painted tan. It wasn’t a bad color but when I moved in, it didn’t play nice with my softer palette. One by one, I’ve been repainting the rooms. Yesterday was my bedroom. Last week I would have characterized my bedroom as dark and dreary. There is a big-assed maple tree right outside the windows that blocks light. With the change in color came a change in mood. It’s bright and seems much larger. It’s like a different house (even with the maple). I keep forgetting what a difference color makes. As a side note, my husband is not a fan of khaki. After spending time in the military he is still sick of it some 50 years later.
So how was your week?