So Gorgeous George and I were have a discussion (yes, that is discussion, as in when your parents have an argument and you wail and ask them to stop fighting and they say but sweetie we weren't fighting we were DISCUSSING) the other day about the proper way to distress our wood floors.
And I learned something.
Apparently, if you are doing something that you have done 3 times before and feel quite comfortable... nay, well-schooled at said task and someone stands over you and points out how you could be doing it better, that is not criticism (I know! I was as surprised as you must be) but "instruction".
I learned something else.
I don't like instruction.
I wonder if there are counsellors out there who specialize in couples therapy for people who have been living in their basement when they finish the rest of their house.
It might be worth looking in to.
We are getting close to moving upstairs.
The floors are stained and are anxiously awaiting their minimum of three coats of verathane (that have 12 hours between each coat, you do the math), appliances come Friday and the rest of our stuff comes out of storage on Monday.
My wise friend, Michelle, pointed out that the crankiness that has descended upon this
household basement might have something to do with the added anxiousness (anxiety?) of being able to see the end of this.
She is a smart cookie.
Hopefully I'll have pictures to share soon.
And hopefully, they won't include mug shots of Jason or I.
I'm dying to get scrapbooking again. It's like coming off drugs.
Here are some layouts that are "retired" from the SS site.