Abigail M. Schilling

Hi.

Have you ever painted walls red?

It is a bitch.

Also, remember how I was all, "we are going to paint two rooms! I have more ambition than anyone in the world ever!"? Both things are false.

To quote Becca, "the thing about red paint is that you have to put it on evenly. If you keep doing it the way you're doing it, Abigail, you'll be painting all week."

Thank you, Becca, for that sage advice. It was very useful until you abandoned me half way through the second coat to go have sushi for dinner.

After Becca left I couldn't remember what still needed a second coat. I also couldn't figure out how we had painted the first coat unblotchyly. Alisa and I just kept repainting everything praying that when it dried it would be okay.

Alisa left (because apparently normal people have actual plans on Saturday nights) and I was left completely ALONE.

And I sat there and looked around (which was hard to do because the lighting in our living room.. is, well... it doesn't provide full coverage. I mostly rely on a very powerful desk lamp.) and I was so confused. So I decided to start taping the bathroom to get that ready to paint. Which was actually kind of fun because it wasn't painting.

Things really started to go downhill--or uphill, depending on how you look at it--when Naomi showed up with the tequila. Cause she knows my heart and I might have left her a message to the effect of, "I am go crazy. stop. Please help me. stop." And if that's not a plea for alcohol than I don't know what is.

Naomi oooed and ahhhhed over the beautiful red paint until I turned the lights (light) on.

"See?! See how it's blotchy?!"

"Hmmm." I handed her a roller and made her paint a wall. I interrupted nine times to repeat all of Becca's advice. Finally, she turned around with a look that said, "then how the fuck am I supposed to paint?"

So we had margaritas. And THEN painted. Sorry, Becca.

Naomi and I had some really good laughs about how my lamp was not unlike Jiminy Cricket and finally we decided that we should just go to bed, take some ibuprofen, and wait for the morning when Becca could assess the necessity of a third coat.

Verdict: Necessary.

So we spent the rest of Sunday steamrolling through the third coat and Friends Season 7.

And it is fabulous.

I am so happy with the room and no, we are not painting the bathroom this weekend. Or next weekend. It's back on the to do list.

I might re-upholster some chairs this week, though, since that's not painting. We'll see.

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P.S. My right hamstring (!?) is so sore that I may never stop complaining. Sorry, World.