The other night, Maddy came upstairs to let us know that she was doing a finger painting. This was the result:
I'm painting, too. We moved into this house five-ish years ago. Not coincidentally, I've spent five-ish years wanting to paint my office. Why has it taken so long? It's not that I hate painting, which I totally do, it's that my office serves as an extension of my brain. Taking it apart and moving it to another room so that I can get to the bits that need painting is discombobulating, to say the very least. Still, it needs to be done.
That white board is all that stands between me and chaos. Totally not kidding.
I should by done by Thursday. Any guesses on what color I'm going for?