Day 23-24 (and possible into perpetuity): Painting the Living Room

Let me make this perfectly clear.  I despise painting as much as I would despise having bamboo shoots shoved under my fingernails.  However, my walls have deteriorated to the point of no return.  They must be painted.  Not only are they olive green (a real hit with the teal carpet the house came with) but they give off a depressing air.  The color I chose, quickly and nearly at random is called "malted milk," but it's looking pretty apartment paint white to me.  It had better darken up a touch.

So, in the spirit of spring, I got a mad whim to go and paint these horrendous walls.  Why is it when you decide to paint you see the GAJILLION marks on the walls.  Where have I been?  I didn't see all of them till now, and now they stick out like crazy.


What the hell was I thinking?  I HATE PAINTING.  Now, 72 bucks deep into paint later, here I am working on the walls.  Yes, they look better.  Yes, it gives off a brighter vibe.  Yes, I suppose I'll like it when they are done.  There is olive green everywhere.  E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E.

Here's a peek at just 2 walls, which have taken 2 coats (so far).  I only have 7 or 8 left to go.  Sigh.

My daughter is also going to be in a presentation at school, where she has to be a female photographer from the 40's.  She requested a feather hat, but this fascinator will do nicely, I think.  I can't wait to give it to her!  Excuse my grungy modeling job!