Everytime I work on my house I feel like I’m turning into Don Draper working on Sally Draper’s club house. That is, I generally get decently loaded when I am doing something I find to be monotonous. I love LOVE rough framing. It is so much fun to take nothing and create something. Then, someone comes along and says that it isn’t pretty enough, and has to paint it ugly colors that will go out of style in a fashion season. If I wore white clothes(I don’t because they always end up stained) I would definitely wear them after labor day, just to spite people. If I were a more ballsy person I would have also left the unfinished drywall hang, but being a semi-sane human being who still is trying to get some action, I hung drywall, finished it, textured it, and painted it. So, I now have one bedroom nearly done, with only the flooring and trim left to do. You can mark my words though, there will never be a gaudy decoration in my house that has the words LIVE LAUGH LOVE on it. I hate this crap. Why do middle aged women insist on hanging these things everywhere?
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