CONTINUUM
I just botched a painting job. I think I did, coz the colour is not even and I already went over it like 10 times. First of all, I don’t know who paints at night but I call it dedication….now I’m sitting here staring at the wall trying to make my eyes like it…It’s kinda growing on me but the curtains definitely have to go….to think I changed the colour of the wall to match the curtains….pity. Anyway, I hope it looks better with natural lighting. Of everything DIY I thought painting should be the easiest, I was wrong. Tomorrow I will have to find a way to clean the edges….and my hands. Whilst I seem to be bent on disapproving my may-be first ever DIY…I was kind of in a mood because of this story I saw on TUKO talks and a not so good paint job seems to be the tug I needed to get it off my mind. It’s really true that getting up on your feet and moving, literally lifts up your mood. So as you might have guessed, the TUKO story was a sad one….with no happy ending at all…..the kind that