I sabotage myself

Today, I outdid myself.

I was up early, making my breakfast, and planning to, at the most, clean the stove-top, which had been bubbling at me when I made my coffee.  The rest of the day was going to be focussed on some new books I'd downloaded from Scribd and the public library.  

the chosen colour called Arles

Before Dave got up, but after my coffee, some kind of foreign thoughts started to push books out of my mind and put chalk paint and counter stools in their place, and before I knew it, I was dressed in old jeans and a t-shirt, putting a drop-cloth on the living room floor and stirring paint.

This is the day of the week when we have dinner with Sarah, Julia and Emma, so it wasn't a good idea to take on three pieces of furniture, a can of paint and another of soft finishing wax.   It's especially not a good idea because part of the deal is that we make the meal and take it over to their house, but I refused to listen to internaLorna and got down to the painting business.

I haven't finished yet, and because the lighting in our place is lovely but hardly able to allow a paint inspection, I don't know how well I accomplished my task.

I may take photos tomorrow after I buff the wax.  I will also take photos of the amazing silver and pink sequinned high top runners that were delivered this week.  I'm starting to quiver at the idea of sitting on my mediterranean yellow counter stool with my sequins all ready to scratch the new paint when I cross my legs.