No sooner had we finished eating then I realized I normally set up my Christmas tree on Thanksgiving day. Only problem? My front room still needed new paint and was in no condition to accept the beauty of the season. As such, I bullied Jared into letting me stop all the sanding I've been doing on my doors and banisters and let me get the front room done instead. For the last two days, I have done nothing but paint, then go to work, then paint some more. I let youtube babysit my children and didn't think twice about my poor decision. Want to know what Bubba did while I was distracted?
Yep. I have four videos of her doing that very thing on my phone. Obviously she was bored. I won't deny what a neglectful mother I am, but she'll be happy once the tree is up.
Although painting can be tedious, it's actually quite an inexpensive and satisfying upgrade to a room. Maria the jerk had my front room painted this poop brown color. She had multiple different types of texture on the walls and two holes that used to hold sconces over which she screwed a plastic cover. I'd like to spend three years complaining about all the problems in my house, including that I now need a new furnace because Maria bought the cheapest unit ever and then had it installed incorrectly. However, I've been running into quite a lot of writer's block lately so I need to save a few ideas in case I get into a blogging emergency. Therefore, let me just say that I picked a beautiful yellow color and after all the repairs and finish work is finally done, that front room will be comfy, cozy, and ready to accept a Christmas tree.
Although I think I do a nice job with painting and choosing colors to match my bright and colorful soul, my sister Briana thinks my taste in colors is ridiculous. She is by far my worst critic, and spent a lot of time telling me how gaudy and trashy I was when we both lived in Idaho Falls. I let her help me pick out my front room color in Idaho so that I would have one room that wasn't a carnival color. She found a shade called Malted Milk that was just lovely. We found a light blue to match and I immediately told her it was going on the ceiling. She berated me and told me decent people don't paint their ceilings weird colors. I didn't listen and as a consequence, it was gorgeous, and even Briana admitted she had been wrong about her ceiling rule.
When I started slapping my yellow on the walls yesterday, I got a little nostalgic, so I sent a selfie to Briana.
I'm sure deep down she really does like the yellow and is jealous of my unabashed living because today she texted me and told me she missed me and wished I hadn't moved so far away. I know Briana. I'm pretty fabulous You don't have to tell me twice. Actually, I kind of miss her too because who is going to keep me from making poor color decisions? No one. That's who. Oh well. I guess the vibrant yellow stays and it's one more thing that is helping Maria and her horrible influence to disappear from this house. Happy Holidays and good riddance. May the peace of the season keep you far away from me.
