The Covering
After spending a week with my new found friends, Lad der, Paint Brush, and Canof Paint I came away with a few revelations that I thought I would share. I really did not set out to paint a room (with my new friends) but merely to rearrange some furnishings and to define some space for myself and for my house guests. When my room had its furnishings, aka distractions, it's walls seemed perfectly acceptable. When the distractions were removed, it was obvious why my walls began to scream dirt, filth, mess. My first plan of attack, which ultimately failed, was to arm myself with a scrub brush. My enemy was relentless and so I succumbed. Don't get me wrong, I really didn't scrub very hard. By now I was totally intrigued by the prospect of a fresh coat of paint and endless color schemes. I gathered all my equipment and invited my old friend, Praise Music, to the paint party. It was amazing to watch my walls become transformed from faded and dirty to shiny and clean. I began to fin...