What a pretty number to wake up to this morning! Two times three is six. 236. I love numbers like that. I’ll probably bounce up a pound or two next week just with water weight, but I’ll take what I can get.
Now I’m off to paint my bedroom. Bleh. We’re putting our house up for sale in a month, right as the housing market is falling. Yay, great timing! The sight of these walls are not going to bump up the asking price.
Looking at that photo you might think, “Well, she’s obviously halfway done.” No. This is what my bedroom walls have looked like for the past year and a half. There used to be a nice gray patterned wallpaper on the top half of the walls with the grey part of the wall showing on the bottom half. My brother, who lived in the room before me, decided he didn’t like this perfectly lovely wallpaper and tore it all down to reveal that the wall wasn’t painted grey all the way up. He decided he liked this avant-garde look and just left it. He’s an architect. He has a weird aesthetic.
I didn’t like the walls, but they didn’t annoy me enough to actually go to the trouble of painting them. When we first moved into this house I got a bedroom with crazy pink and white striped wallpaper that nearly drove me insane. The contrast between the dark pink and the white was a visual assault on my senses. It looked like the walls were vibrating. Seriously, they should wallpaper interrogation rooms with that stuff. That was enough to get me to paint the walls.
Now I’m basically painting my room for whoever buys the house. It is rather ridiculous to know we’re making this place all nice and pretty just when we’re not going to live here anymore. At least painting will be good for my arms. Plus, I now have plenty of old, badly-fitting clothes to paint in.