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apparently when you say to the home improvement paint girl, "hey i need this color in acrylic" that really means "please make this in latex so that you RUIN my whole project". please and thank you. and that is exactly what happened. homegirl mixed my "heart's desire" in latex so my first two layers that were supposed to be acrylic and then followed by a single layer of latex were actually latex, ruining the primer aspect. efffff. needless to say, my project is absolutely ruined beyond repair. fail. i should have known better than just trusting pumpkin mixed it correctly. i should have checked it before i left the store and started painting. oops. so now it appears i'm going to be attempting an upholstery project. pray for me.

ok... so when the chick from the blog i got my inspiration from said that the first coat was scary she was not lying. the current shade of pink my chair has become is HORRIFYING. sometime during the application of paint to cushion number one i realized how terrifying the color was and was thrown into an uncontrollable fit of giggling which then led to crying. the chair is so ugly it is fugly. no bueno, people. the pink is a shade of pink i could not have even attempted to imagine. as it dries i believe the pink is becoming more magenta (which is, in fact, the shade i am trying to achieve in the longrun). they say this first coat is simply the primer coat and the next layer will be the beginning of the color taking shape. let's hope so. if there are furniture gods, i am praying to them tonight because this has me more than a little concerned that my final result will be 1. unpublishable and 2. an expensive trip to an upholsterer. i'm posting a pic so that if someone else wants t...

i would like to start off by saying if last night serves as any sort of foreshadowing regarding how the rest of this project will go, i'm scared. yesterday after wet-vacuuming the first chair i began vacuuming the second chair after i opened my front door and balcony door leaving the screens open for ventilation and a salty ocean breeze. at one point i ended up soaking myself, because apparently i am not skilled in using the wetvac, and when i turned off the vacuum i heard this alarming knocking noise against the glass balcony doors. as i turned to assess what was making this noise i caught out of the corner of my eye a buzzing, black, t-rex sized insect chaotically flying around the lamp in my living room. i quickly decided to find the closest item i could use to "shoo" him back outside when i noticed the deafening hum of buzzing coming from my balcony. to my disbelief, there were 30-40 equally monstrous dragonflies trying to ram my screen door open and attack. at this p...

i like projects. anyone who is even mildy acquainted with me knows that without a project i am a bit of a wandering soul. true story. lately it has been a compilation of smaller projects (id badges for my office girls, paper flower bouquet for a friend in the hospital, fancy cakes, valentines gifts, cornhole game boards, etc). with that being said... i have been scouring the internet and pinterest for my next project when it became clear what my project should be: grandma's furniture. now you may laugh and say, don't be insulting and call it grandma furniture. however, it really was my grandma's furniture until she had her house redecorated and they were passed down to my parents who then bought their own furniture and these beauties were bequeathed to me and my brother. needless to say their travels are extensive: chicago to jacksonville to ft myers to orlando to ormond beach. i have been itching to reupholster them, but have realized that perhaps reupholstering them right...

1. Dog - sometimes pees on the carpet while he is being house trained.     BF - will still occasionally pee on the toilet seat even though he's potty trained. 2. Dog - appreciates every meal and treat you give him.     BF - often starts to expect dinner to be made. 3. Dog - always happy to see you when you come home.      BF - may or may not even be there when you get home and potentially will not look away from the tv/PS3 when you walk in the door. 4. Dog - consoles you when you are sad, mad, etc.     BF - too often is the cause of your sadness, anger, etc.  ....to be continued.

*The Wedding Planner is on in the background… I’m trying this new thing where romantic comedies and lovey-dovey couples don’t foster an instantaneous knee-jerk reaction where I start to feel bile rise up in my throat and I want to scream/vomit… Let’s see how this goes.* Last year around this time I made a list of the top 25 things I learned in 2010. They all still stand true. I have some additions that I shall include here. As I mentioned previously, I do not do resolutions , so here are my declarations/revelations/moments of clarity. 26. People will almost always disappoint you if you provide too high of standards for them. 27. The only person you should worry about disappointing is yourself . 28. There is no such thing as luck. You work hard and create opportunities for yourself. 29. It is perfectly fine if the only reason you wear high heels is because they make you feel extra sassy! 30. You know more than you think and will never forget what you try to erase from your memory...

Learning. Learning. Learning. Every day at work is like being in school still. I love it. So much to learn. Few things make my heart race…Having a patient’s clinical picture come together clearly, unexpected messages from certain people, positive affirmation from patients and coworkers… Special things that make you remember where you are, why you’re there, and what you’re doing. Living in this city is definitely an adjustment. All of its charming qualities are the same aspects that have been the hardest to become accustomed to. The city is slow-paced, quiet, and inhabited by a *slightly* older crowd. Not that I was a clubbing, night-life frolicking socialite, but I enjoyed the option to intermittently do those aforementioned things. I like the quiet. I have always enjoyed intimacy: small high school, small college with small class sizes, small group of close friends. However, I am missing something here. There are no “young professionals” around here. Finding a social life is provin...