If you’re wondering if that’s paint on my sneaks then yes, you would be correct.
Fun fact: Tom and I painted our living room, kitchen, and hallway last fall. After months of indecision and nail-biting by me we pulled the trigger one weekend and decided to knock it out. Did I mention we have 14-foot ceilings? Yeah. So I spent most of the weekend on a 12-foot ladder and my footsies started cramping. I threw on the closest pair of shoes I could find and filled my pail to the brim with paint. I adjusted my ladder and ascended skyward to tackle the next patch of wall.
BAM.
I looked down. My stomach lurched. My pail of paint was sitting upside-down on our floor. Correction: on our bare, un-drop-clothed, wood floors.
I descended and by the time I reached the bottom my eyes were brimming with tears. Tom took my hands and said, “I know, that scared you, and this is devastating. But Kira, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE.”
He was right. We had to move. And fast.
So we spent the next hour sopping up paint and subsequently scraping drying patches off our floors with an old, rusty razor blade. You can imagine how well this went over with the perfectionist who resides inside my brain (hint). And these little guys got to keep a souvenir/battle wound that serves as a “fun” reminder when I wear them.
Hope everyone has a happy weekend!
Melissa and I (maybe just I) did that when painting their Naperville nursery. Kudos to you for turning it into such a good memory–and blog post! And bless that Tom!