brick walls and stuff
But I have a feeling I'm going to force myself to do at least a little painting of the stairwell trim this evening. This project has done some serious lingering and I'm about ready for it to be complete. What I'm really ready for is the hanging of the stuff on the walls. I've lived here almost two years (What?! How can that be right?!) and nothing has ever hung on those walls because they were just too ugly. Now I have this fabulous set of framed black and white photography (all but one were taken by yours truly) and all are in black or white frames. They're going to go up the stairs at the same angle as the chair railing. That's the plan anyway. And like I said, that's the part I'm jonesin' for. The painting of the trim? Not so much.
I'm also feeling a bit anxious today. I have no idea why. I have no reason to be. I hope it's not foreshadowing of the falling to my death (or at least injury) off the very high ladder and down the stairs. If you don't hear from me, send someone.