now my empty cup is as sweet as the punch

Remember my ugly black dresser? The one I got while garage-sailing last August? It’s finally painted. B— was over last night, and he dragged it down to the top of my garage, where I covered it in crackle coat. Then, we went inside to watch a bit of Sliding Doors. After an hour, I had to go back down there to do the actual paint coat. (Of course, by this point it was dark and the mosquitos ate me alive.) The crackle can said to sponge it on, which I did - but it didn’t quite work. It’s pretty, but it just looks sponge-painted, and there’s not much crackling going on. Of course, I don’t really mind - it wasn’t intended to be high art, it was just supposed to be less ugly. Which it is, so I suppose I’ve succeeded.

Next: Our Dining Room (this weekend) and Our Living Room (next weekend?) and Our Porch Trim (next weekend?) and Our Porch Floor (no idea when) and My BedRoom (perhaps ALSO this weekend)! The house is coming closer and closer to really feeling like ours. I’m also trying to decide if I want to bother painting the INSIDE of the drawers, because I also have this pale mauve-y color that would be good for the insides but would be way too pink for the outsides… and then I would call it done. We’ll see. I can’t do it this week, because I’m seending all my free time with Budraitis!! Oh well. Maybe next week.

Woke up this morning to the sounds of NPR and the smell of coffee and freshly baked cinnamon rolls. I love my housemates. I crawled out of my room and they were out on the porch - and for a moment, I was very happy to be alive. Of course, by the time I got to work, that had worn off.