It starts

To my family and friends, I said "After ten years...."  Now, I realize it has been 12 years. 12 years next month I purchased this house.  I immediately changed the paint in my bedroom. I had the living room re-done the exact same shade of blue - ceiling and baseboards blue also; for continuity. The painter tried to get me to go with the white ceiling and baseboard, but I liked the way the lady before me had it. That was about the only thing I liked from her style.

I have tolerated this bathroom for (now) 12 years - not 10.  It is pink on pink on pink. With pink fixtures, I can see some pink. But this lady had pink roses wall paper and behind the bathtub, pink stripes! Stripes AND flowers. My older sister loved it. Well, she and the lady I purchased the house from were about the same age and from the same generation.

My daughter and I picked up some paint samples. Still the same daughter. She and I agree on nothing.

At work we have some painters in, painting the walls. One suggested I go with gray walls. Well, that got me thinking. My daughter hated the idea. I love it.

I am a slow worker. Do not expect a lot on this project. I work as the spirit guides me. I am not a dedicated or disciplined person. I am artistic and ambivalent. I don't have one vision - I have several thousand visions. I usually like them all. The occupants in my house usually get irritated with me because I can go for months (years) with the room partially done. Some cannot tolerate this kind of arrangement. Me?  Again, I am ambivalent. I move, I change, I roll with it.

Right now the sanding has me stalled. I can't stand to wear the mask (I can't breathe) and the dust is far too much NOT to wear one. And, my arm is sore!

The good news is the wallpaper was (is) a heavy fabric material and peels right off without any remaining. It was a heavy, washable kind. Not that I washed the walls. Are you kidding me? I am in no way domesticated and I despise cleaning.

Here is a sample (from what I found on the Internets) of what my bedroom looked like before I had it re-painted. The stripes reflect the actual hue of the color. The flowers give you an idea of the pattern. I did not have a camera when I purchased the house. I have no photos to remind me - just my memory. Some images cannot be erased! LOL!

Depressed - lower in amount

The above photo is not mine. The sweet potatoes at my county fair numbered about three. The presentation, the show was more depressed than usual. I have not been to the fair in a couple of years. There was a huge sweet potato at our fair, though. I can't recall the weight. 

I always try to go through the barn displays of the 4-H. I like to see what photos and pictures were presented and which ones won. Years ago I entered about three photos in a county close to where I grew up. One of my paintings brought in first place. The other, second. My sister entered it. I wasn't even there. I had promised that picture to a friend. He was the one who went through my paintings and he must have seen something in it. LOL! Maybe he was the judge. NO! Just kidding. What was that? Thirty, thirty-two years ago?

Come to think of it, since I wasn't there - maybe there were only three paintings entered. Grin.

If somebody liked my painting, I gave it to them. I have not painted in years. I took up drawing again about twenty years ago, but .... eh. I was always "the artist" in my class. I wonder what some of my teachers and fellow students would think when they found out I ended up in computers. They would probably scratch their heads and say "Huh?  Her?"

More layers

I feel I have created something a little bit Claude Lorrain with a twist of John Constable while adding a splash of Theodore Rousseau and Asher Durand. Sigh. I love landscape paintings.

Add another 24 hours to that migraine medley. I was able to work today but I was not in a good mood for most of the day. I caved in and took yet another med tablet and rested after work and feel pretty good, now.