Monday, August 1, 2011

Painting the Bedroom

Yesterday, I picked out the perfect color for the bedroom.  It's called "fine silver" and it is a nice light grey, which perfectly matches the new duvet cover.  Today, I painted.

Knowing me as you do, how do you think that went?

A.  Stephanie stepped in the bucket of paint and splattered her entire floor.
B.  Stephanie slipped and landed butt-first in the paint tray.
C.  When Stephanie was up on the dresser, she dropped the paint tray on the floor and splattered paint everywhere.
D.  Stephanie fell off the nightstand she was using as a ladder, but miraculously didn't spill paint.
E.  None of the above.  Something much, much worse and far more unusual happened.
F.  All of the above.  And then some.

Well, surprisingly, painting went quite well.  Beth helped me tape and helped with some of the trim work before she left for dinner (she's bringing me back Indian food, bless her).  Amazingly, the answer to the quiz up above is D.  At one point, I did miscalculate the width of the nightstand, and wound up crashing to the floor.  Somehow, I managed to keep the paintbrush up in the air (I was working on trim at the time).  I may have bruised my hip a little, but other than that, I'm just fine.  Ginger-peachy, in fact.

I hope to be able to post pictures soon.  The bedroom is drying at the moment; once I get stuff moved back in, I think it's going to look really nice.

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