Quick quick quick before I go collect my weekly bruises

I love getting ready for these volleyball games. I love putting on my too-short shorts (because my old uniform was too short too!) and my ratty t-shirt. Tonight I have to put sweats and a sweatshirt over those because it's suddenly turned into Fall, and that just reminds me of my warm ups and sleeping in a Spanish classroom and getting up early in the morning for greasy fast food breakfast before the tournament. I love putting my shoes in my bag (because I can't wear them OUTSIDE, come ON) and putting my hair in a ponytail on the top of my head. I loved playing volleyball in high school and I never thought I'd get to play again. And here I am, on a team full of people who know what they're doing, yelling things like "SIDE OUT!" and "NICE DIG!" and feeling just the tiniest bit annoyed when I'm subbed out because 1) how dare we have more than six people on our team and 2) equal playing time is totally overrated and 3) I am not tired because I'm in way better shape than I was in high school. SO WHAT IF I JUST SHANKED MY SERVE?

Ahem. I have ten minutes before I go pick up my friend and head to our [nine o'clock, I am totally going to fall asleep before it even STARTS] game.

We painted today. The plan was to just move everything out of the office (I have pictures!) and tape and put down the tarps and maybe edge. But after the edging (which we still suck at!) we kept going. So it's all painted. I'm going to do a second coat tomorrow, but first I'll have to go back to the store and buy a paintbrush. (Here Elizabeth just keeled over, dead of shock and horror.) It turns out that we own lots of rollers and lots of those weird little FOAM brush thingies, but the one paintbrush we had is lost, probably because Jack was playing with it in the car and who knows where that stuff ends up. So, uh, I was doing all the Detail Work with those little foam brush thingies and WOW IS THAT POINTLESS. So there are lots of spotty and patchy areas and I will have to do something about that tomorrow. (Phillip is all, "Where? *I* don't see it.")

But I am also going to the fabric store, a place I love for no reason at all, to buy a matching-ish piece of material for a curtain. I want to hang a curtain on a tension rod to hide the massive pile of crapola stored under the stairs. So the plan is to head to the store in the morning, buy the brush, buy the fabric, go home, paint, make a curtain while everything dries. And I hope to God it dries just lovely because it's only been one coat and we are TIRED of painting. Even though it is GRAY and EASY and a TINY ROOM. We're just not... that into it. Sorry. And believe me, I'm disappointed, because I sure love the LOOK of a painted room.

The painting went sort of like this:

PHILLIP: Oops

MAGGIE: Can you wipe it off?

PHILLIP: Nope.

MAGGIE: Oh well!

and also this:

MAGGIE: Dangit!

PHILLIP: No one will see that.

MAGGIE: Perfectionists who are not perfect at painting should not be allowed to paint.

PHILLIP: Oh well!

Oh it's time for me to go. Here is your super fast super incoherent Hello It's Monday Morning post. Think good thoughts for my gray room and my curtain and my serve shanking. Deal? Okay. Later gators!

Comments

[Elizabeth]

NEVER judge a paint color by just one coat! never.
also, if you hate it I will feel personally responsible and you can yell at me.
also, I should have known that not only did you not own an ANGLE brush but that you own NO brushes.
but you have a sewing machine? I didn't know that! Aces!

[Raven]

I can't wait to see it. Having recently painted a room in my house oyster gray, I am obsessed.

[C @ Kid Things]

This is why every time we've painted has been while I was pregnant, thus using the "but I can't paint, I'm pregnant!" excuse. I'm like you, love the look, hate actually doing it.

[HereWeGoAJen]

I do not paint because I am a perfectionist and I know I'd mess it up. Also, we move too often and white houses sell better. But it is boring.

[Rafael Cintron]

You know the old saying: Perfect is the enemy of good.

[Sonetka]

I have never painted a room in my life, so no wisdom about that, but wanted to add that I also love fabric stores. And I can't sew. Really, I just like to wander around looking through all the great (or weird) patterns, examining the how-to quilt books and patterns, and thinking "If I could sew, I would totally get this." But I don't. Because every sewing lesson I've had has ended in disaster. Just wanted to let you know that you aren't alone in your unreasonable fabric store love :).

[Lisa]

I love painting. In fact, I have considered painting the garage just to have a project. I'll come over and paint your room and even put some sort of cool faux finish, like a feather-duster finish in a shade lighter, if you'll watch my kiddo for the whole day. Oh, wait...you live a couple thousand miles away from me. Never mind.

[barbetti]

Whenever I eff up painting, I usually hang a photo over it or push a piece of furniture over it.

Which is precisely the reason why we selected a pre-painted (in neutral tones) condo for our next house.

[Angela Noelle]

I am 100% in agreement with you on the whole perfectionists should not be allowed to paint front. I find it truly painful to watch Colby paint, or do it myself, because we are both SO dreadful at it... And let's not even talk about how I have had to live two and a half years with terra cotta colored paint smudged on the ceiling of our office. Cringe.