hey there

hey there

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‘.]