R e a l i t y F i s h

Between thinking about The House and being a touch on the side of manic, I find myself picking up paint swatches.

I’m a sucker for paints. One of the useful things to come out of being a Drama Bitch in high school, aside from a very thick skin and the ability to wield a 1×3 with deadly accuracy, is an eye and skill for paints. Ah, the endless hours of checking masking tape for bubbles, coating forty plywood boards with primer and then color, having to change the color on all forty plywood boards five days before opening night because Herr Director has had a hissy fit… how I don’t miss those days. You can’t paint that many boards, though, without learning a lot about painting. So, when I’m fidgety and bored and feel like imagining how I’d redecorate The House, I buy paint swatches and have fun. Or I play on the Ace Hardware paint site, because it’s awesome and Ace Hardware is my favorite paint store. The fact that in high school it was right next door to a cheap barbecue place in no way factored into my approval.

Spring is definitely here. I’m getting domestic.