Coat 18 and Counting!!

Pausing for a break between coats 18 and 19 on the legendary bedroom floor. I'm tentatively optimistic. The brown went down yesterday and looks fabulous. Tonight is the real test -- I'm applying the polyurethane. The first coat is drying on the floor now. I'll know shortly if this stuff shows every unfortunate air bubble and brush stroke.

If it works I'm to wait four hours and apply a second coat. Then I have to let everything dry and cure for three days before I can start the stenciling. And after stenciling I get to coat with more poly.

If it doesn't work I'm going to burn my house down. Or maybe just buy carpet. Or move. Moving would be fun -- I can pare my life down even further. Soon there won't be anything left of me.

My niece and nephew have recently taken turns spending the night with me. My nephew and I went to an arcade, watched movies, and played video games. My niece and I watched too many preteen movies (Lindsey Lohan and Hillary Duff), made paper jewelry, had a strange sporadic conversation about grammar, and celebrated New Year's with our new tradition -- we bought new calendars and collaged them.

R bought an animal mother & baby calendar, and added clothing to the animals along with comic speech balloons revealing what the animals are really thinking. So far I've finished one month of mine, and have three other months planned out. It's a William Morris calendar I've re-named "An Illicit Affair." It's about trying to blend modernisim with the lushness of the early Arts & Crafts movement. Silly, not to mention shallowly pendantic, but I'm enjoying myself which is what this whole resolution is supposed to be about. I just need a hole punch so I can work on February.