I ruined my favorite T-shirt yesterday.
While we were snarfing around in Hobby Lobby on Saturday, Jackson saw an abstract print that he thought would look great in our bedroom. We started to buy it - then had a better idea. Its just some big blocks of color - how hard could it be to paint it myself?
Turns out it was a little more difficult than I thought, what with painting straight lines and all that. But I tweaked the colors a bit so my version of the painting would match our decor better and it was all good.
I know not to wear good clothes when I paint. I know that. We all learned about smocks back in kindergarten, right? Right. I also know to come to a full and complete stop at the stop sign and that I should floss everyday for optiumum oral health. Right.
I dropped my paintbrush, fully loaded with a deep dark purple paint. Dropped it right down the front of my shirt where it bounced all over the topography. Boing, boing, plop.
Oh well, at least I can replace the shirt.