Glowing Bathroom

My bathroom started out this color gray. I changed it to this.

And, can you blame me? Every morning for a year I put my makeup on to that hideous color. God knows what I looked like. Probably some sort of scary clown (aren't all clowns scary?). Not that I wear all that much makeup. I am too lazy to wear anything but the bare minimum; foundation (menopausal remember, think blotchy. Not bitchy, that's blotchy. Alright it's bitchy too), blusher, and mascara.

The picture doesn't do it justice (6am everyone). It is actually a lot softer yellow.

This one is better. (The watercolor that I put there is one of my favorite paintings. Mostly because it is of my favorite flower (magnolia) and it took me forever to paint the damn thing. Watercolor is a b*tch of a medium. I doubt if I will keep it in the bathroom though. I don't think it will do very well in there. Watercolor and damp places; not a good mix. I'm just saying...)

This color is a cheerful, happy, "I'm up and ready to take on the world color." I'm none of those things so at least the bathroom should be.

It may be a wee bit too bright. Last night or early this morning I'm not sure when, I was in that place between dreaming and wakefulness when I looked over towards the bathroom to see it glowing. This. woke. me. up. fast. For a moment I thought aliens had landed in my bathroom. The unnatural glow was terrifying. Why any self-respecting alien would want to land in my bathroom was beyond me. This was my bathroom for God sakes! I barely want to be in there. It has a huge mirror! It's a frightening place where reality and age meet! Kind of like the Twilight Zone.

Turns out the street light shines in our bathroom window. Who'da thunk it? The gray must have deadened the light long before it could make it out the door.

While the paint fumes were still dancing around in my head. I convinced JR that the bedroom needed to be painted blue. That's right folks, another full day painting. Was I crazy? No, just high on paint fumes.

I thought the bathroom was bad with all it's nooks and crannies, corners and baseboards. Try the frigging bedroom. At least the bathroom ceiling is painted yellow (why would anyone in their right mind paint a bathroom ceiling gray? Oh wait, they painted the whole effing room gray.)

The bedroom started out all white. We being the semi-intelligent people that we are only painted the walls blue.


JR is in charge of roller duty. Why he gets the easy part is beyond me. Something about taping and height and "you are so much better at detail work", yada, yada, yada! The jerk wants to get back to watching the game and drinking a beer. I'm wise to his game.


I can't possibly make it easy on myself and tape the room off like a normal person. It's sort of a crazy quirk of mine (among dozens). I prefer to free hand it. I have my own little competition with myself. Can I do a whole room without getting paint on the ceiling, carpet, door frames or baseboard? The answer is; Yes.


Of course, half way around the room my right hand is a crippled useless appendage at the end of my arm. Do I leave that SOB of a room until my hand becomes functioning again? No way! That would be the wussy way to handle it. Not for me thank you very much. I switch hands. Some days it just pays to be ambidextrous.

After crippling both hands, my forearms and shoulders I was completely worthless at work yesterday. Good thing it was train the new cataloger day or I might have screwed something totally up. Good grief what am I thinking, I'm a librarian, how much damage can I do? It's not like someone will bleed to death if they don't get their book.

Isn't Nessa the photo hog? Not that any of these pictures are any good. She is the best thing about them. I really need to trim around her eyes so she can see.

Love,
M