And, so, the painting and restyling has begun. All trims and cabinetry are going from natural wood tones to snowfall white, which means each of those surfaces get a coat of primer and two layers of paint. I am moving straight on from the dining room (where I began) to the kitchen so as to get the majority of this cupboard and drawer whitewashing out of the way as early as possible. I enjoy painting walls and trim quite a bit more than tricky-dicky doors.
All of my work is overlapping a bit. What I mean is that while finishing up one room, essentially while paint is drying, I move into the next area and begin purging, rethinking, reorganizing, and priming. This also means that I am getting a jump on my spring cleaning. How utterly satisfying! The thing that takes the longest in all of this is thinking.
I think about painting and decor approximately 23.58395 hours a day.
I spend the rest of the time thinking about sleep.
I ponder the entryway landing strip when I am painting. I mull over faint grey as a dining table choice while having lunch. I imagine ways to arrange books and gloves and custard cups as I furiously crochet. Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see my husband peering at me and wondering what the heck is going through my mind. At bedtime, I have to tell myself, “no more thinking.” Fortunately, I can shut off my brain like a light switch when I want to go to sleep.
(I am definitely not the fretty, worry-wart personality… just a consistent daydreamer.)
So, anyhow, I really just popped in to say “hey there!” as I’ve been more distracted than usual from the bloggy-blog world. Today, we are doing a bit of shopping in the city and then going to Sundance Cinema to see Black Swan. That will put us at having seen 80% of this year’s contenders for best picture at the Academy Awards. If I can get my husband back to Sundance tomorrow, we will catch The Fighter to push that figure up to 90%.
Do you watch the Oscars? Did you print out your ballot yet?
Also? This chair is more than 100 years’ old and it belonged to my great-Grandma Grauvogl. You can see it in her home in THIS PHOTO.
[This year, I’m going to log 365 of my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard. You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]