So, I KNOW my mama loves me. She drove out, slept in a boy’s bed to spent 2 days helping me paint my bathroom.
It had never been painted. Ever. Six years of unclean-able dirty white spray texture. I didn’t even ask her; she offered. I think you can tell how much people love you by the things they are willing to do for you. She volunteered to climbing around on a ladder, stroke a brush on the walls, sit on the floor peering at a line between the baseboard and the floor, scrub, mix, mask, wash, suffer…… This is something I did not even want to endure for myself and I get to look at it every day.
Painting my space was part of moving into my new life too. She knew that mattered to me.
Thank you Mama!
(I am afraid to talk to her today. She is probably popping Aleve pills, legs propped up, icing her joints, calling the chiropractor, manicure ruined ……All in the name of kid-love. )
It’s like walking into an aquarium. Turquoise. It’s clean, fresh, different, me.
Here’s a cool link to a lot of turquoise in case you think it’s not a color to live with. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I admit, though, I am still getting used to mine. Makes me want to put on my bathing suit– NOT REALLY.