And that caused me to do something, which I wrote of here and declared never to do again.
But the paint was so irresistible. It looked like melted caramel in the bucket.
Deer Path it was called. I learned of it from a fellow blogger, who inspired me to do some improvements in the boys' bathroom.
It is a small room, of course, so it should be such an easy project. I went at it with a good attitude. Optimistic I was. Eager. Excited. All of which were short lived. After about 10 minutes, I was wishing I had never started. A ladder in a room that size isn't safe. Painting in your slippers isn't safe either. I am learning lessons all along the way in the course of my painting adventures. Some things I have learned are:
1. Never ask for the opinion of your kids. They will vary greatly and all will be intended to discourage you. Example: I asked Cam what he thought of the paint. He replied that he would like it more if it were darker. Before I could even ask Ross what he thought, he asked me why did I use such a dark color. Help me.
2. As I said before, never paint in your house slippers. Especially brand-new ones that you bought while you were out shopping after a depo wearing shoes that were killing you.
3. Always wear something to cover your hair. After many washings, you will still have paint in your hair if you don't. BTW, my scarf had a big paint spot on it when I took it off. Some lessons I do learn.
4. Get rags for mistakes. In my case, get MANY rags. Wet ones and dry ones.
5. Make sure you have everything you need before you get stuck in a small room with a ladder.
6. Remove everything from the room, if possible. I found myself moving things from one place to the other. Finally I just put it all in the tub. Which was great until I needed to get in the tub to paint around it.
7. Stretch. You will inevitably find yourself contorted in the most unusual positions.
8. Take a nerve pill before beginning any paint project.
Look closely at the picture below. It further proves that yesterday I went off my rocker.
Yes, you are correct. That is a whole chicken in that pot. I don't really DO whole chickens. I only eat white meat. The mere thought of handling a whole chicken grosses me out. But yesterday, while I was temporarily insane, I bought a whole chicken to make chicken and dumplings.
I called my mom and asked her how she made hers. When she was going through the whole spiel about how she makes her dumplings, I asked her if she'd ever used these.
Her reply was that she didn't even know they made them. My mama rolls hers out from scratch. What a woman.
I made semi-homemade chicken and dumplings. Ross said they were almost as good as my mom's. Jeff thought I should've broken the dumplings in pieces. I said I hoped they enjoyed them because I won't be making anymore anytime soon. BTW, if someone ever serves you chicken and dumplings, consider yourself loved. They are a lot of work. And I was so sick of that chicken, I didn't eat a bite of them.
Today I'm back to my old self again. I have a few other rooms I'd like to get painted before the holidays. I think I'll call my dad. He's a professional, you know. He doesn't even have to wear a scarf.
Till next time. Happy Tuesday!