Paint Fights...

Upon Reflection? Not The Best Idea...

I still can't get the paint out of my hair, off my back, behind my ears, on my elbows... apparently the downsides of paint-fighting don't equal the upsides. Aww, who am i kidding? I had a stack of fun :D

I spent literally the last three days painting the youth room at church. Granted, almost one whole day was spent arguing with Dr.B over HOW we would paint it... as usual, things got pretty heated between us... damn us both being so stubborn! But, typical us fashion, we got over it eventually and the grumpiness went away. Yay!! We (ok, so this was the part Dr.B didn't like so much) decided not to go with the orange paint. Now, the whole room is painted Expresso and Chocolate Whip - basically, a caramel sort of colour. We've decided it looks like the desert. It's tempting to paint palm trees on the walls.

Seeing as we decided to have such plain walls, the colour has to come from everything else. We made biiiiig canvases with patterns; one had dot patterns (which looks totally cool), we had one with handprints and another with footprints (nearly scarring little Bobby for life when we put his teensy foot in red paint... oops) and, the piece de resistance, a huge purple canvas with orange, yellow, green and red paint splatters and drizzles across it. It's very extistential. Veeeeery cool. I definately bags it if we ever take it down!

Everything else? Beanbags, hammocks, couches, huge pinboards for photos and stuff... if it turns out, it's going to be completely fantastic. Comfy and a far better place to chill out than the floor. Definately worth it.

I got cold, so put on LittleM's hoodie - and when it came to emptying the paint pots of the colours that we'd mixed, tipping them over my head seemed like a good idea. It wasn't MY idea - i'm not crazy! But it still was pretty hilarious. My beautiful painting jeans for a few new strategically placed handprints as a result of our finger painting. It took half an hour in the bathroom with LittleM trying to get the paint off each other. Have you ever tried to get paint out from behind your ears? Or off the middle of your back? It's a tricky thing. Not helped when English and ShirtlessBuddy shove a broom through the door handle and you can't get out (this kind of mucking around is how toilet doors break... not that we had anything to do with that...).

We were there until 11pm last night - i was dubbed 'Cinderella' (pre-ball) because i had to scrub the floors to within an inch of their life. But hey, the room is painted - and empty, because we were all waaaay too tired to put the furniture back in - and we can start sleeping again! Hooray!

Annie