So far, i've been spending my vacation pretty useful. Cleaning and painting. I'm redecorating the hallway. It's tiny but still a lot of work, at least more than i expected. Painting the (five) doors is the next step. I don't mind painting, but i hate sanding. I hate the sound and the smell of it, and touching the sandpaper gives me the creeps. Brr.

Actually i think i'm doing a pretty good job. If you'd see the result you wouldn't notice i'm a clumsy painter. Two minutes after i started i dropped the brush in the bucket of paint. And of course had to get it out of there with my hands. Later on i managed to step into some spilled paint with my left foot. I only found out when i found my own traces from the living room to the kitchen. At the end of the day i even succeeded to get some paint in my nose. How? I don't think i can repeat what i did, i can't even describe it, but it felt weird.

I've been redecorating because i want my house to match with a photograph. If everything works out, i'll have a fabulous and intriguing photo measuring 118x85 cm on the wall in a few weeks.

Exciting!

Corrie

PS. How's your knowledge of lyrics of the 80's? This quiz kept me from the streets a few hours. The comments are kind of funny too.

PS2. Rickert's weblog is worth paying a visit