Image via Ronda Carmen's blog, All the Best, via this fantastic book, Trench by Nick Foulkes *sigh*
image from book, via Danielle de Lange's The Style FilesI love reading The Style Files, and when Danielle blogged about this book, I couldn't resist.
I thought it might be a fun project to repaint the walls in my bathroom. I figured it would be a three day job. I was so wrong. I am ALWAYS so wrong when it comes to projects like this. Why, oh why do I never learn?! The paint that was already there, was peeling, which meant that I needed to remove it all.... and here, we are, a mere 2 months later, and I am ALMOST ready to start priming.
BUT, the good news is that I had plenty of time to think about what kind of paint I wanted to repaint with. And there is one perfect perfect wall with room for a painting, poster, or image of some kind.
I never know what to do with walls, which is silly. I have PILES AND PILES of old art of mine but I don't usually like to hang my own art on the walls. Silly, know, but there you are. And yet, I feel silly putting someone else's art on the wall because putting something of mine would be so much more reflective of the lives of a Single Mom and her Royal Highness.
But maybe I will sink into this new and wonderful book, and then take some long walks along the ocean near our apartment, and see if I can put something together.... at the very least, I can maybe put the bathroom back together again, and that'll be something worth donning go go boots and trench coats for.
Put a paint roller in that woman's hand, and she is me.
Booyah.
I thought it might be a fun project to repaint the walls in my bathroom. I figured it would be a three day job. I was so wrong. I am ALWAYS so wrong when it comes to projects like this. Why, oh why do I never learn?! The paint that was already there, was peeling, which meant that I needed to remove it all.... and here, we are, a mere 2 months later, and I am ALMOST ready to start priming.
BUT, the good news is that I had plenty of time to think about what kind of paint I wanted to repaint with. And there is one perfect perfect wall with room for a painting, poster, or image of some kind.
I never know what to do with walls, which is silly. I have PILES AND PILES of old art of mine but I don't usually like to hang my own art on the walls. Silly, know, but there you are. And yet, I feel silly putting someone else's art on the wall because putting something of mine would be so much more reflective of the lives of a Single Mom and her Royal Highness.
But maybe I will sink into this new and wonderful book, and then take some long walks along the ocean near our apartment, and see if I can put something together.... at the very least, I can maybe put the bathroom back together again, and that'll be something worth donning go go boots and trench coats for.
Put a paint roller in that woman's hand, and she is me.
Booyah.
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