A venting sort of post I guess.

You guys.

Seriously.

I'm f'ing H O T in this 90 F degree house.

And by "fing" I mean fudging--hot---because fudge is so ... ..  hot.

But I'm a true Hippie, so I'll carry on with open windows and fresh air....and the feeling of wanting to slap attack anyone who makes me cross. Because it's kinda like being "hangry"--you know that madness that comes over you when you're super hungry? Only it's hot angry not hungry angry--and they're both bears.

 I don't know about you, but I can deal with cold, But put me in the desert and I want to die. Now.

But let me stop complaining and look at the bright side--I'm burning calories trying to cool my body down, right?  errrm...riiight?

Except eating a pint (or two) of ice cream to "cool down" doesn't probably help, does it? LOL

Anyways 

It's been a while, so I should share some updates. Actually I probably shouldn't because some are hideous embarrassments that should be forgotten......  But I can't help myself, if I think it's funny, I just assume you will too!

First up, I painted my sewing room (only two walls-don't faint)--P I N K. Like, super DUPER intensley pinky- pink. In my defense, it was called "Cotton Candy Pink" which is known for being light and fluffy and pastel-ish pink. 

NOT what HAPPENED.

I pouted. I got pissy. A few f bombs took flight. 

Ok, maybe more than a few. Ssshhhh Let's not talk about that.

It was a little crazy, that pink......even for me.

And that's really saying something.

Skip forward 10 hrs....

 I decided to paint over it with Annie Sloan's Antoinette chalk paint, which is a lovely, soft, pastel-ish pink with a hint of brown so it's not overly sweet. (That's what Annie says on her YouTube channel).

I hated it.

I mean I was really r e a l l y repulsed by how it appeared with the woodwork. It was so bad I think I went catatonic staring at it for a few hours, no joke.  I was totally paralyzed with this thought of "what did I just do?!"  I may have cried like a big baby, but I'm not admitting that because I've blocked the memory already and can't recall exactly what happened. 

As you do.

So naturally, I went to bed at midnight or so, after a few cups of gin and tonic green tea, and woke at 5am and started to paint over it with a mixology of white and pink that I blended myself. 

In a bucket I found in the basement. 

Without cleaning it out. 

There is no limit to what I think I can do---in a bad way.  BAHAHAHAHAHA

Did I mention I can be really impatient? You know what I mean too, right? I want my sh*t in place you know?!! I've wanted pink walls for my WHOLE entire life and damn it -- I will have THEM!

*I'm not shouting, you understand, I'm emphasiZing.

Another few hours went by while I let this coat semi-dry. Insert another gin and tonic green tea or two to soothe my soul, and a silent pep talk in my head.

 Back to painting the walls again with clean paint, in a clean bucket,  mixed to be a little paler than the third time round, and a lot paler than the bubblegum madness that happened the first time--but I've blocked it, so I don't recall exactly what happened....You understand.

Anyways, now-- three plus weeks later and a few bottles of Meditative Bubbly gone, my walls are white again.

I'm so ashamed. But--not.  I gave it a reallllllly good "go". 

I'm thinking perhaps this means I have to build a garden shed and paint it all pink, I'm talking even the outside. Maybe this means my front door needs to be pink. Or something.

You know how Oprah has that excerpt at the end of each issue of her magazine "What I know for sure"....  (I love that page..)

What I know for sure is house decorating/painting induces certain madness when the hue isn't quite right. Therefore for the sake of humanity, I surrender. 

My sister in law comes to visit in 2 days and she's impossibly chic, so maybe I'll just have her pick it up where I left it. LOL

Since this blog is a sewing space, here are some pics of a skirt wardrobe I'm working on, since I don't "do" shorts. (Ewe gross. Just the thought of shorts makes me have a wedgie and thigh sweat.)

Here is a pic of a painting I bought at a recent art fair in Madison, it brightens up my white walls. The photo is one I took at Framlingham Castle in Suffolk. 

This bowl was made by a High School student, I picked it up as soon as I saw it, handmade pottery. I am so drawn to this color. Always.

The pink stone is quartz, we bought a bunch of "gems" at our recent Cave of the Mounds visit. There is something therapeutic in having pretty stones lying about. 

See you soon. ;)

You wear your scuba gear in the tub too, right? :D