A long, intense work week. At one point, I noticed skeins of yarn on a table in the room (I’m sure for some exercise) and I couldn’t stop looking at it. I finally resorted to knitting it with two straws I found at the bottom of my purse. It was lovely. At the end of the day I just unraveled it and wound it back onto the skein. It was the act of knitting I needed.
I’m hosting book club in a few weeks so I’m in frantic mode, getting my dining room painted and my living room walls patched and painted so they will be ready for the new bookcases which will arrive about two days before book club. Frantic activity before an arbitrarily adopted deadline. Does this sound familiar? It’s how I roll.
I haven’t really put paint to walls yet unless you count the test patches. At first I thought I had my palette determined but I tested the light color on the walls and I think I’m going to want a darker, neutral shade. Time to go to the paint store and look at samples.
So this week I’ll find the exact color of taupey/putty neutral that will make everything look sophisticated, somehow get my window trim painted and swap out the butt-ugly plastic louvres for white, plastic blinds (which will still look yards better than the louvres) without having to hang a sheet over the window like a dorm room and get art work framed without breaking the bank so that the rooms look finished.
That is all.