I hired a painter to paint my living room. Then I thought, why stop there? So I called him back and asked him to paint the loft. Now I am thinking, maybe he can do my bedroom and the dining room, too.
It’s so all encompassing and it is taking forever! I want to move in! NOW! I also want to go furniture shopping since I think it would be a good idea to have a place to eat and a place to sit. There doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day. I am tired and I have absolutely nothing to say and I know some might argue that I never have anything to say which is ultimately true although I do take pride that I am at least moderately entertaining at times. Sadly, that time is not now. I did scare a man away the other day. My mom talked one of her colleagues into helping me paint Friday evening. I thought we had a great time priming and painting. He even said he would come back the next day to help out more but he never showed. My mom says he now refuses to make eye contact with her. I don’t remember doing anything off-putting. I guess some people are just blinded (and slightly repelled) by my sparkling personality.