For someone who is usually disciplined, I can't seem to stick to a daily plan. Is this normal? Any hoo, I am just hopping from one project to the next. So here is what I have been up to in a schizophrenic sort of way:
I adore by brand new and tacky pink flamingos plucked straight off the shelf at Big K. Can we say, "Whoo-hoo!"
I can perform girl magic with a staple gun and some duct tape. I am also pretty handy with spray paint. Here are my etsy knock-off wine bottles. I just have one more to spray paint and then I am going to stencil them.
I also started stripping the dark Bombay stain from my coffee tables and end tables and here is where they stand now:
The goal is to sand them and try my hand at white washing. In the meantime, I finished spray painting my $7 chalkboard from Hobby Lobby for the dining room.
And between all this there were two baby showers and a beach trip!
I got my first batch of photos scanned and mailed off to my cousin in New Mexico. Only thousands more to go, sigh! Then there is my brother's website that I promised I would try to integrate Word Press with, which I would be working on now except I can't get the passwords straight. What the heck was I thinking!
Oh yeah, then there is the job interview I went on, publishing the magazine, lunching and catching up with a lot of friends, and my trip to the Billy Graham library in Charlotte with my son and his girlfriend. It is no wonder I am crazy and unfocused.
All of which brings me to this conclusion. I NEEDED these pink flamingos, yes I did. You see, now I can sip cocktails after dark and bask in a pink glow while slowing losing my middle-aged, I am most definitely in a crises, mind. Care to join me?