Stink. The Hunny took the camera on the camping trip. I'm about 4/5 done with the portion of wall I'm going to spackle, which is only about two-thirds of the whole wall. The bottom portion of the wall will be covered in bead board. No, I don't have that yet. But I am covering the pencil drawings which are all over the upper wall. Sadly, I'm also going to be covering part of my pretty flower.
Mayberry Magpie asked about the drawings on the wall, so I'll give you the back story. It's not very interesting, so no whining when you get to the end. Got it?
Last spring, when we'd only been in Tulsa about four or five months, I had a really bad day. No, this was not the only bad day I had last spring, and I don't even remember what happened, but it must have been PRETTY DARN BAD. because I got out my acrylics and painted a flower on my dining room wall. The wall which had been staring at me for months, unprimed, torn and partially papered, ugly as sin, mocking me and my empty pockets and brain. That wall. You can see the unprimed parts below the flower. Ew.
I declared this the official Bad Day Wall. First, the Hunny's critique of the flower. He liked it, which is nice, but he thought maybe I was having a bad day when I painted it, since I'd left all the petals open on the ends, leaking out something, maybe parts of me. Something unresolved perhaps. I took away his Junior Psychologist kit and declared it the Bad Day Wall.
The kidlets immediately loved the wall, not reserving it for bad days. Well, Maybelline turned to it for bad days, drawing cats and wolves and flying hearts. Fortunately there are no names of teenage boys on the wall. Even the cousins got into the act, drawing themselves and their dog sized hamsters.
I finally decided to texture the wall while the boys were all out of town. No, I didn't tell the Hunny I'd be doing this. The spackle has been out for a week. He didn't ask. He'll notice though - he's good that way. He'll wig out a little (not much), immediately decide he doesn't like it, ask when I'm going to finish it. Hopefully I'll have it primed before he gets home, so we can go pick out a nice shade of purple for the dining room. There is NO PURPLE in my house! It's a travesty is what it is! And he's already made it very clear that the wall will NOT be purple. Care to wager?
Until I write again ...