I had large cup of coffee, pulled my hair back and put on my yard work shoes. I probably looked like a hot mess, but I was ready to get my paint on. No, I definitely looked like a hot mess…
Paintbrush and bucket in hand, one hour became two, which became three hours of painting. My singing to the 80s songs playing on the radio really called for a perm and slap bracelets (do you remember those?!?). Between songs I looked up from painting the brick wall and saw Chris standing there with a smile watching me – he just laughed and kept painting. He had NO paint on his shirt and his brush was carefully still clean. Meanwhile I had paint on my shoes, splattered in my hair, smudges on my arm, and the handle of the brush was, well, completely paint drenched. As if his laugh questioned my mad painting skills, I explained that it is hard to paint grout between bricks!
We are making progress on our new photography space and I can’t wait! Chris said we are done with painting but none of the other walls are painted yet… Hmmmm… I think I might be. ; )
