I don't know where I got the brilliant plan to repaint my room, but now it's kicking me in the butt. Who knew taking everything out of my room (by myself), cleaning it, and repainting (unsuccessfully if I might add) would be so exhausting? This is not meant to be a solo project.
I want to go to the corner of my room and cry. I start to sob when I remember all the things that I have to move back into my room after I am done painting. I'll try really hard not to let my tears mix with the paint.
As daunting as the task is, I am finding myself very fond of the new color on my walls. I think yellow is exactly what I need to cheer me right up. I had dark blue and pink before, and I think I needed a change. A change of scenery is always a good thing.
I love mellow yellow. It reminds me of flowers, sunrises/sunsets, fruits, and happy faces. I hope it translate onto my walls though.
I should get back to work, but I think I earned a nap. ok, I'm going back to work. After lunch that is.
Ah... the joys of painting. I used to be married to an excellent painter then after our divorce I found myself having to do some painting... if I remember correctly it was daunting and a hell of a lot of work, but did I feel proud when it was complete and the rooms were put back together... you will feel the same.. go girl you can do it! Your blogger friend, if I may be so bold. Jean
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