I started painting the bedroom the other day and my better half HATES IT when I start a project and don't finish, so I hurried through it today so that I could at least get to a stopping point and could put the room back together so that he's not cursing me while I am off with the girls in Palm Springs for the next 4 days.
Do you ever get lazy when painting and know you should wipe down that tiny cobweb, but you end up just saying, "Oh fuck it," and you just paint over it? I did a lot of that tonight. I'm pooped. I am pooped from cutting corners. (What does this say about me? Don't answer that.)
The rooms above are by Vicente Wolf. The visual equivalent of a handful of Vicodin and a long nap... and I mean that in a really good way.