How does maroon and purple carpet grab you? I feel the same way, perhaps even more strongly, but alas, maroon and purple carpet is my fate. At least until it gets replaced. Priority one: getting the ceilings and walls in the bedrooms painted before we move in, which has been slightly more labor intensive and time consuming than I had supposed. Also, I had forgotten just how much paint a person can acquire on one’s body in the space of three days. The magnetic paint (don’t ask) was the absolute worst. I’m still picking off traces of it on my wrist. Maybe it will help with any iron deficiencies I have.
Translation of above excuses, whimpering, and whining: I am out of time and energy, so relying on that old trick of picture=thousand words seems the logical move, even for me. For those lucky enough to be heading south this holiday season:
This charming little display was part of a temporary reptile exhibit in no less a place than Palmer, Alaska. Which I assure you has no native vultures, reptiles, or desert succulents. More’s the pity.
Any painting counsel for me? Times you ran out of water in the desert?