I woke up with pink streaks in my hair earlier this week and couldn’t help but think how fitting it really was. I mean, I sweat pink. I love pink. And I even imagine the world would be a better place if everything had a little pink to it. Everything…except maybe my hair. I don’t think I quite pull off the look.
I’m excited because I’m getting a new roommate. BEST roommate ever.
A living room. For the first time in 5 years. Seriously.
I’ve been painting, cleaning, organizing and slaving away at making my apartment into a grown-up place all week. And its freaking exhausting! Painting with a roller and having to get low and then high and roll and edge and tape is a lot of work. A lot of hard work. Not to mention when you have already finished painting two walls and realize you have to do it all over again. Never EVER make the mistake of thinking eggshell and white are interchangeable – they are NOT – not at all. At the end of every day this week, I’ve pretty much collapsed into sleep. I’ve been more sore from moving heavy boxes and painting the highest corners of the walls, than I have probably been from any workout EVER.
So while I could barely move after my three days of painting my apartment from wall to wall, I’m proud super proud of my accomplishment. Behold…my new (sweat)PINK wall. Isn’t it pretty? We’re still mid-“move” in this photo so disregard the mess. Um, thanks.
Now that the painting is over and the “moving” is close to finished, I feel like I can finally get back to normal life. While effective, no more paint roller workouts for me please. The streaks really don’t work for me. 😉