What I mean is that I am really in the mood to move around on my feet and carry big pieces back and forth, use a hammer and nails, shove furniture around and sweat. To loud music. I want to get physical (yes, I hear the song now too). But alas, I can’t. Realistically.
- I need to do it when no one else is around. You know how that is, don’t you? I don’t want DIL sitting there watching every move I make the entire time.
- Money. A big part of what I want to do is hang some of my prints. But I can’t afford to get them framed (still).
- Work. See above. I need to work to get the money to buy the frames.
- Money. Yes, this is a big one so I listed it twice.
Ever since we remodeled our home (the living room version on Flickr) I still have not done anything else to the room(s). There is something weird about that to me. But, it is what it is. I will someday.
But what I seriously need to do is go upstairs and take inventory of all of my prints. I’m a little nervous about the Mark Ryden print and whether it’s ok having been in the same packaging for the last… 5 (?) years. Nope, never even opened it. :::sigh:::
OH well. Such is life. I get this way every couple of months. It will pass. I think the reason for my current feelings is that we’re planning on having the house re-sided, so I’ve been looking around at photos of siding. I want to get the scalloped siding on the dormers, you know, like a gingerbread house. Then the colors. Colorsolorscolors. Of course hubby will have a pretty big say on this one. The inside of the house was pretty carte blanche for me, but the outside is more his baby, ya know?
Hey, I gotta go… what the hell, it’s 10:00 already! The day is half over!!