Thursday, May 20, 2010

Zooey CAN'T sing, um, it's 2am and i've stopped working on those friggin "oh i'm going to work on ALLLLL these projects until they're finished!" projects. And, darnit, i'm tired. Sleep....i want sleep! But no, no sleep. Only painting. How is it possible that I can have five thousand parts to the 3 defunct paint sprayers that I have, but not the one part I need to replace the spring mechanism I just broke??? I adore paint sprayers and loathe paint sprayers. They are an ecstasy beyond milk chocolate and making whoopie when they work. But, they are like having a sadist give you a mammagram when they don't. Actually, I'd prefer to have my left boob squeezed in a vice than spend 12am to 1am trying to fix that darn sprayer. Is it clogged? Take it apart and flush it out. Nope. Reassemble. Is the little orange springy dingy inside clogged?? Take it apart. Blow air through the orange thingy holes and accidentally eat paint. Nope. *(*&^%$#@+ !! Put it back together. Is it that the paint is too thick? Take it apart and water it down. Reassemble and now it sprays...but...FOR GOODNESS SAKE! NOW IT'S ALL RUNNY AND OOZING DOWN MY NIGHTSTAND! DANGIT! And it's dripping all down my arm! Is there a dang sprayer in creation that doesn't drip! $#%@&#*)^! Damn Rachel Ashwellllllllll......urrrrrrgggggggh.
I've given up and am sitting on the couch like a amoebic lump crusty with dried white paint on my arms and legs, and I'm watching Zooey Deschanel sing in some live concert in an awesone vintage dress, shaking a tambourine. I love her. Is it just me...but, she can't sing. I lllloooove her style. But she CAN'T sing! (except for in Elf) Simon C. would definitely called her Performance "bad caberet, i'm sorry to say dahling...very pitchy at tiymes...squeeky and annoying". Squeeky and my paint sprayer!
my goodness how time does fly. Due to a detour near our shop The Shabby Attic, we have been slammed with yummy customer goodness. Lots of foot traffic! Capitalism rocks my crocks. I love a good detour.
So, i've been busy churning out painted furniture pieces until I believe I may actually have more latex enamel product in my system than actual blood. but it's the price you pay for having a fabulous store.
We are packed to the drop ceiling with new goodies and furniture and so my new goal is to not buy anything new to haul into the shop, but to clean out all my projects, sitting half-done, like ignored stepchildren...strewn all around my house. In the garage are cabinet doors that cry out for creativity. In the basement are beads and old jewelry junk that need repurposing (i'm glueing them to a mannequin looks cooler than it sounds). In the laundry room is an old bassinette that is awaiting transformation into a funky doggie bed. But oh where oh where to get the time? NO NEW ITEMS! that's how i'll get my little abandoned babies of projects done.

I'll post them as I get them completed! I promise!