Red smudges decorate our white door. I cannot blame anyone but me - those fingerprints match...me. And the evidence mounts: my feet wear a misting of red paint, the spray paint can - and the poor, outmatched paint thinner can are in my laundry room. And in the garage, progress is being made toward a fresh seat in the shade for this summer.
Happy summertime, y'all.
3 comments:
Love the chairs. We recently experienced the joy of spray paint as we painted JD's locker. Though Joel took extreme pains to keep the paint contained (putting the locker on a dolly and wheeling it out to the driveway...moving the cars), I still ended up with a very fine mist on my arms. It was really hard to remove and just made me look dirty for a good day and a half.
I LOVE those red chairs! My grandparents had a set of red metal chairs like that on their front porch as far back as I can remember. Precious memories....
SG, the black primer on my feet looks dirty, but the red mist looks like a sunburn. Keisuzi, now that trhese are painted, maybe visiting co-op moms will no longer worry about chalking green paint.
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