It is my own fault. I got cocky and thought I could spend my day off with my feet up. Ha! The painter arrived at 8:30. I was up but not dressed. I tried putting on the second coat of paint on the bed frame but it was too damp and I ruined it. It will have to be sanded and done again. Everything I owned had to be put away and I tried to follow the rule of thumb where if you don’t love something don’t put it back and get rid of it. That is so easy with most things. Pictures of my mom as a girl. Love! Art by my beloved Emily Carr. Love! Little things my kids have given me. Love! Others not so much. I have no particular fondness for the nail file or pens beside my bed. If someone broke in and stole them I wouldn’t even miss them. So what should I do with them? And what about my CPAP machine? I hate that thing but I kind of need it to not die in the night. Well, no matter. Almost everything has found a home. The aforementioned bed frame needs to be repainted and attached and I also have an old cabinet that needs refinishing. I found it in an antique store and I can’t decide if I should cut the legs off. What do you all think? When I get those things done I will post before and after pictures.
And now I have these two loads of laundry to fold. And one more in the wash. In the last two days of I have done at least 12 loads of laundry. Ah, but everything is clean. Oh, I also cleaned the bathroom.
When I was going through all my shit I found this. I took this picture of it then folded it up and shoved it into a back of a mirror for some (un)lucky soul to deal with one day. The frame is bolted in place so who knows what will become of it. No doubt it will bring someone a laugh. It’s a good likeness. Except I’m not quite that hippy. And my head is in proportion to my body.