I am not going to whine and complain about how much I intensely dislike my job. I know it’s time to shit or get off the pot, I’m just a little slower than most I guess. I have spent many moments in the last two days holding my breath. I do that when I am really stressed, I didn’t even discover that until Cockroach. Today my left eye was even twitching and that has never happened. CM thought that was hysterical….grrrr. It’s a good thing she is one of my favorite people.
I finished one of the penny covered bowling balls and am on the second one. When I met HB on Sunday we both sort of decided at the same time that I should cover my bathroom floor in pennies. I am seriously considering it. She thinks I should set up a donation jar for people to donate their pennies, I think that is pushing it. It ends up being like $3.00 a square foot which is more than the peel and stick tiles, but it will be unique. This house is my chance to do whatever I want and to take chances, believe me nothing I do will make it worse.
The paint is still a little wet, it won’t be this shiny when it’s dry. I am not a fan of oak frames and I like a linen liner even less. The frame was just too well made to not keep so I changed it. It’s titled Eggs, I’m not sure why I was drawn to it but I was. The funny thing is I could picture the perfect frame for this piece. I don’t even know if it it is still made but Larson Juhl had a frame that was made for this piece. Seven yrs. of custom framing, who knew that would stick like that? Maybe it was because I had that knack? All I know is the frame naked in oak stood out like a sore thumb when I looked at it all I saw was the frame, now my eye goes directly to the art as it should. This wasn’t the best angle, maybe I will try again tomorrow.
I can’t wait to spring forward, maybe then I can stay up past 10:00. I am meeting my bff after work on Friday so I have two dinners to cook tomorrow. We finally get to exchange Christmas presents, with her mom passing 2 days before Christmas..it’s just been hard. I miss her and talking to her on the phone or texting is not the same as seeing her. Hopefully bipolar Mother Nature will cooperate. That was it I swear…. now off to bed with me. Goodnight 🙂