My new trick is as I lose it, I toss the comfortable clothes... they are worn out anyway.
And being a little snug seems to help me not snack on that hand full of whatevers.
Well. I am literally waiting on paint to dry.
I am glad I did the quart sample colors.
It looks so different on the wall, in the shade, in the sun.
I was torn between grey blue and grey green, got one quart of each one shade lighter than I wanted- and one shade darker than what hubs wanted.
Now I think I don't want any of them.
My arms hurts.
This was a stupid idea.
Old faded paint looked... familiar.
and my arms hurt.
I want to save this post for the next time I think about painting!