I'm no longer hung over. Which is good, since it's been a full 60+ hours since I consumed anything remotely alcoholic. But up until mid-day yesterday, I was still not feeling my best.
So, back to the questions. Thank goodness today's are not quite as... challenging. Because my brain is still not working at full capacity, even though my stomach is back in working order.
My mother wanted to know what paint colors we picked. To which I respond with a hearty HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Colors? As in plural? We have definitively decided on ONE COLOR. And here's a surprise for you: it is red.
I love red. I bought us red sheets for the bed, red throw pillows, a red blanket for the couch, and I would paint every wall in the house a different shade of red if Joel would let me. It's just so cozy, and yet not boring at all. Come on, it would look cool.
At the very least, I wanted to paint the smaller bathroom red, because the tile has red accents, so it will actually match. Imagine that!
And guess what? It looks awesome. I love it.
Those rad flowered drop cloths? They were THE CURTAINS IN OUR OLD APARTMENT. And the sad thing is, those curtains actually made it look BETTER. Now they are relegated, much more appropriately, to a life of protecting the toilet.
Choice of paint color: A+ (good thing I went back to Home Depot for trip #42134 because I thought the previous color was a tad too pinkish. This one is perfect).
Job putting up painter's tape: D. We will now be painting the walls with a fresh coat of white paint to cover up all those red splotches and drips. Super!
I have a new appreciation for Michelangelo after painting this friggin ceiling. People always harp on the beauty of the Sistine Chapel, the intricacy and skill of the artwork, when they SHOULD be patting Micky on the back for just managing to get the whole damn thing covered in paint. You cannot fully appreciate art history until you have stood on a wobbly ladder for two hours, paint dripping onto your face and clothing, rolling a brush upside down until your arm falls off.
So, once we finish taping up the rest of the trim and ceiling, patching the holes in the drywall where water has rotted through, and picking out a water-resistant white paint, we'll be finishing up this room, and moving on to the next: the living room. Which has much furniture that is bolted to the walls. I can't wait. Estimated completion date: March. Of 2015. Unless Joel does not heed my warning to tape really, really carefully this time, so that we don't end up having to go back over with another coat of red, and then another coat of white, ensnaring ourselves in a never-ending loop. In that case, we'll be finished whenever the paint fumes kill off my remaining three brain cells, or when we break the space-time time continuum. Whichever comes first.
Next up are Liz's (who wins the prize for best rhetorical question ever).