Mr. Precious has retired and life has not been the same. Now it's been fun, mind you, but we're working and working and working.
Mr. Precious got the bright idea we should purge the closets of all the junk and clothes we no longer wear and then paint! Sounded good to me.
But one little ole closet wasn't enough...we're going to purge every closet in the house and then paint it! Oh, my Lord!!! Now we live in an olden house and we don't have the magnificent closets so many of you have and of course I covet those. I have actually given up the biggest walkin closet. Taken all of my tiny clothes out. Reluctantly given it to Mr. Precious to store his collections in. Am I crazy? Probably! But I'm such a good wifey pooh, you know! :)
Well, I'm just a working my most dainty little fingers to the bone! I've been climbing up and down the ladder so much my knees and hips will never be the same.What? You thought I would show you the 'befores' of these little closets? You did? And ruin my most perfect image I'm sure you have of tiny little ole me? No way! :)
Oh, Mr. Precious really is helping me but I'm a much better painter. He's doing a great job moving out the 'stuff'! He's the purger and I'm the painter. P P! Yep, that's what I'm doing.I haven't been around as much as I would like but bear with me. I'll be back when I can ~ AFTER we'd P P'd - purged and painted!
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia :)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~
When I Paint My Masterpiece
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece.
She promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.
Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin’ time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb.
Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.
Sailin’ round the world in a dirty gondola.
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diff’rent
When I paint my masterpiece.
~sung by Bob Dyland and my paint roller
