I am having the interior of my house painted.
You’d think I had won the Mega Bucks drawing on the same day I hit the Lotto and Ed Mcmahon showed up from the dead telling me I’d won the Publisher’s Clearinghouse Sweepstakes.
It’s been a long time since we’ve painted, and the wear and tear is everywhere (and no, I didn’t mean for that to be so Dr. Seuss).
I am literally, room by room getting that Christmas morning feeling. I’m damn giddy, I tell you. Also, as a bonus, once a room is all clean and painted, I don’t want to put all the “crap” back into it. This painting thing is a good way to clean. Marie Kondo was wrong–The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up should really be, paint your damn house.
And I somehow managed to not only get the best painters I’ve ever worked with, but also the NICEST. Seriously, great people who are experts in color, neat and a pleasure to have my home.
We definitely waited too long to paint, but if we hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t have this overwhelming feeling of gratitude. And well, you know how I feel about that subject.