You're so excited to see my freshly painted walls that you're practically peeing your pants??? Yeah, me too.
You're going to have to wait a bit longer, because we ran out of paint as I was finishing the very last wall! AND, a certain someone, who, ahem, shall remain nameless, came to see the progress of our painting extravaganza, and proceeded to ram her Coach purse into the fresh paint.
While she was freaking out about the paint soaking into the fabric, I was freaking out about the fact the the texture and paint were thoroughly smudged.
Exhibit A:
Onto another paint-related topic.... oil primer.
Did you know that it makes you high? Having never been high myself, I didn't catch the warning signs. But, on Friday night as Brooke and I started prepping my guest bathroom walls for painting by first applying oil-based primer, I discovered a new experience:
Kelli: This stuff smells horrible!!
Brooke: Why are you talking with such an accent?
Kelli: What accent? You have a an accent!
Brooke: I feel funny...
Kelli: Maybe we should open a window...
(commence singing along with the Little Mermaid on Pandora.com with incredibly thick Southern accents)
Kelli: BRIAN!! Come see this how it looks!!
Brian: Holy freaking cow! You guys didn't open a window?? Are you feeling okay??
Brooke & Kelli: No. We should have a glass of wine...
So, I got high on Friday. Literally. Lord knows how many brain cells I killed. Then, when we had that glass of wine, I had one sip and passed out on the couch, with Brian barely catching my glass before it spilled. I'm not kidding, y'all, when Little Mermaid starts coming out in an incredibly thick Southern accent, and you think it sounds good, you're high.
Here's the bathroom, all oil-primed. If the picture's blurry, you know why....
What's next, you ask? The finished product!! But you're going to have to wait, because I have to buy a whole gallon of texture-paint to touch up the very top of one wall, and spot where the coach purse attacked my wall.
Until then....
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