Every year, when The Nester does her 31 days series,
I consider doing it as well. For about 5.2 seconds, and then I come to my senses.
But this year--
I didn't come to my senses. Oh no, I dit-n't.
Yes, friends, I'm talking about blogging, every single day in October, about one subject. All y'all will have had enough of me, and the topic, by day 10. Probably sooner.
And I thought to myself,
"Self, what do I want to talk about for 31 days straight?"
I had some ideas.
31 days of humiliating family photos?
31 days of cooking with Betty?
Tempting. Very very tempting. But, no.
And then it came to me.
Bam. 31 days of moulding. NOTHING BUT MOULDING.
Oh yes. This is happening.
Am I saying I'm attempting 31 different projects of moulding throughout the house? Pffft. I'd have to buy a different house and move, 'cause things are pretty mouldified around here as it is. Plus, I'd wanna kick my own A for giving myself 31 different things that needed painting.
But there will be projects. Oh yes. There will be. It's gonna get cray cray all up in here.
If you're a good friend, you might even want to put your arm around my shoulder and try and talk some sense into me. ("But. . .but but. . . more moulding. . . here?? Oh. . . honey. No.")
If you're a jerk face you'll probably grab me by the shoulders and shake me. ("What the he#$ are you doing? Too much! Less is more! Someone take the da$% nailgun away.")
That sort of thing.
So if you've got a moulding question, ask away. There's no better time. If you want me to be the guinea pig and try some crazy crap around this house so you can know if you want it for yourself, now's the time.
And for the love, someone pass on some awesomely new wall treatment I've never tried before, because I've only got about one fully blank wall left in this house, and it's begging for a little something something.
I'm loaded up on brad nails. I've even borrowed my bro's air compressor, since mine is ready to explode. In short,
let the games begin.