Mark is taking back-to-back business trips and so while he is gone I've decided to paint the living room and dining room.
This is a ridiculous idea, but since I cannot bear to turn this job over to a professional because they don't love this house like I do (and since I am capable of painting).....it is mine to execute.
So far my execution would make a professional cringe and I am having my usual freakout about color.
White. It is going to be white because all the rooms I love in magazines and Pinterest are white, but it is making me jittery. Who freaks out over white walls? Unless there's so much in-your-face-whiteness at the moment that it looks like the psych unit of the county hospital.
I needed a dose of Vic so I headed to my favorite paint guy at Ace Hardware.
My first trip was for supplies but I had an ulterior motive. When I was home my mom showed me a tool chest that recently was given to her by my uncle. Inside were carpenter tools that belonged to my grandfather and great-grandfather.
It was a collection of the working life of two men, and since there was precious little to hand down from one generation to another it holds special meaning.
Inside was this........
.....and I told Mom that I had to show it to Vic because he would appreciate it more than anyone I know.
He did, too. Loved it. Called over the other helpful, hardware men to show them this little piece of paint history.
I put it back in my purse and Vic said, "That's a nice Coach purse you've got there."
"Thank you. This was an inheritance, too, from my cousin's wife. I love it. But, jeez, Vic, you're a guy. How did you know this was a Coach purse?"
"Because I know a lot about a lot and that purse needs a good cleaning. Saddle soap. Aisle two."