Painting in the freezing cold.

It's, oh, I don't know -3 degrees without the windchill.....funny story....when I was a kid, until probably 8th grade science class I thought it was "windshield" not "windchill". Idiot.

So, it's bitter. I went out to try and prime some chairs today. I got them primed. Amazingly. But I have no feeling in my fingers. None. I even had gloves on. It's bitter, I tell ya.

I primed two chairs. These two, as a matter of fact:

I also got some gray paint on them too.  They used to look like this:

When I took the fabric off I sneezed, a lot. The chairs were in a house with 27 cats. I'm sure of it. Ugh. Stupid cats. (No offense to cat owners...) I really want to do something bold and crazy with some of the amazing Thomas Paul fabric like this:

www.thomaspaul.com

But, at over Fifty bucks a yard, I won't be doin that. Seriously. Fifty dollars!? Yikes. So, Joann's it is. I've got lots of fabric that I love, and lots of ideas, just need to do one of them. Anyone want me to walk through the steps again?

Okay, off to play legos. And eat rice crispy treats. Oh, and wrap tinfoil around a cereal box. And possibly get on the treadmill.

Later gators.