Rest Day

Yesterday was a rest day.  Drew and I were a little burned out on the renovation of the shit shack so we shopped, ate and watched True Detective.  I was going to take him to the beach but the thunderstorms rolled in so we will do that soon.

What I really need to be doing is hammering in all the staples from the foam padding under the carpets I ripped out.  I just don’t want to be doing it so I am procrastinating.  Once I am finished with the million fucking staples I can start painting and I’m pretty excited about that!  The paint will make it feel new and clean and very beach cottagie.  That isn’t a word I know but I don’t care, you know what I mean by it.  Colors inspired by the beach. 

These colors.

These colors.

I also think I am procrastinating because I know once painting is done Drew will want to head back home.  He’s got crabbing on the brain and I don’t blame him but I don’t want to leave, even though I do miss Jason and my Sophie dog. 

I'd say we still have at least a week of work to do.  I'll just make Ryan come back with me in a couple weeks...


Artist, dreamer, lover of life. Former gym owner redefining me.