i love to play with paint and fabric. putting up curtains, tearing them down and making new ones is one of my favorite ways to freshen up a room. i like paint, too. i'm not a very good painter - i dont have much of an eye for detail - but splashing around in bright colors always makes me feel good. my ex used to say i painted like i was drunk. but im such a happy drunk, i used to answer.
i wish i had that feeling now. this renovation is bigger, even, than the kitchen - if such a thing is possible - because it affects more rooms. and each of the rooms has different choices. it isn't a question of JUST choosing walls and floors and window treatments. it's cabinets and window placements. it's electrical outlets and overhead lights. it's furniture arranging and refinishing.
it's an off-center fireplace, a ceiling fan, a picture window and a set of couches Beloved is wedded to with a passion almost great as the one with which he is wedded to me. it's my grandmother's piano and my mother's Singer in its mahogany cabinet, with the little leather topped stool i used to use for tea parties.
every time i start to think about it all, my head starts to ache and my brain starts to swell in the way it did when i was writing the silver books. and on top of this, im having a party for 20 people on sunday, my brother is coming on saturday from california with my neices, allie and zoe, and i have no idea when the construction might begin in earnest, although the mess continues to mount.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.