Which is how I felt yesterday after the marathon floor painting sessions starting Monday. It's been almost 10 years since I painted and stenciled floors in this house.
That means I was working on early 40's knees instead of early 50's knees. Guess I better get moving on those other floors that need to be redone before I have early 60's knees!
But, the bathroom project is now moved to the done column, normal activity has once again commenced and the treks to the upstairs bathroom dwindled. No one is happier than Rodger to have his food bowl back in place. I am sure he thought we were playing a mean joke on him moving it here and there.
I thought I had old pics of the bathroom floor with it's white base and scattered fall leaves stenciled on it, but alas, I didn't. I did get some in progress pics and here they are.
The muse for this color palette of soft putty and white came from a linen towel woven by my Dad. It's one of the towels visible hanging on the bar under the window.
I don't mind the soft modern palette of pale lemon yellow, putty grey and white for the bathroom. The floor color is also MUCH more practical for this hard working room. I hand cut the stencil myself using a clear plastic notebook divider and an Exacto knife. It isn't anywhere near perfect, but I was looking for hand painted charm more than technical perfection and I got it.
I also managed to get through an Exacto knife session without slicing a finger tip off. I have to laugh at the girls, Charlotte and Miss Bea checking out if the paint job might be edible. Imagine if they put cheese smell in paint. Hmm, well maybe not......
I'm sad to say there has been no weaving going on the past couple of days. A little spinning, a little knitting and ...drum roll please...the highlight of my week...finding my old hairdresser. Okay, laugh out loud. Melanie's salon went out of business and I, not being the kind of customer who would keep any beauty salon in business, didn't know until one day (after 8 months) I decided a hair cut was in order. Imagine my shock and horror when there was no more salon. After two terrible haircuts this summer with other "stylists" in the area I was thrilled to see a little ad for Melanie with a station at another salon. Don't think for a minute that I didn't drop to my old tired knees and give thanks. My appointment was Tuesday and I walked out of there a new woman. Gosh darn it's good to have a great haircut. It would also be good to have a Harvey. For those who haven't seen Harvey, here he is. I bet he could paint floors!;)