painter's anonymous
On TV shows or in books I've heard a lot of people say that plastic surgery is addictive...you get one thing fixed which leads to another thing looking not quite right, and before you know it the whole thing snowballs and you look like that human Barbie lady. Anyway, that's how I feel about my home improvement efforts. We painted the bedroom and I thought that would be it for a while but then the dining room needed something because the new table was nice so we did the orange wall, which I LOVE, and all the trim upstairs. So we pulled the tape off last night and one of the first things Andy said was "It makes me want to paint the other walls" Yeah, me too...now the other walls look like crap...they're begging for a new coat of paint. Just like if I ever got the fat sucked out of my cheeks like I've always wanted then I'd definitely have to get my ears pinned back too....it's a viscious cycle.Labels: apartment
posted by carolyn @ 11:09 AM
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I was addicted to paint at one time too. Red, blue, orange; it didn't matter. I would go through a gallon of primer in the morning, and sure enough, four hours later I was working my way through some sweet ass oil based race car red. I even worked myself up to the good shit. That's right, that hardcore Ralph Lauren paint. Expensive habit. I don't want to say I had a problem, but I once got so hopped up on paint thinner that I actually used latex and oil-based semi-gloss simultaneously! Man, I never wanna go back to those days!
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