Monday, March 12, 2012
With paintbrush in hand, she ventures forth
My walls are screaming for paint. A spring painting project has to be on my agenda over the next month or so. The walls are in so so shape. My husband is not thrilled with the idea of wall repair. I told him that I'll turn all Martha Stewart and see what I can do during my kid free time (a whopping 3 hours in the morning) assuming that I have a demonstration beforehand. Over the past 10 years, I have been accumulating art prints and eclectic paintings to cover my walls. They have served 2 purposes: my visual enjoyment and my creative way to hide beat up walls. So here is the question: Will my husband let me hang back up my pseudo art gallery or will he complain that I'm putting too many holes in the new paint job? It should be an interesting husband and wife moment during that discussion. Hmmm, maybe I should tell him that we could squeeze them onto our bedroom walls. Poor guy, didn't know he had to juggle all my art obsession in that better or worse vow part.