last night i basically laughed in someone's face when they asked me why i wasn't hosting my own design camp.
first of all, no one would come.
second of all summer rapes parents of their freedom.
and while a design camp might be cool for some folks..
all i want to do is sit in a treehouse eating chocolate and freebasing white wine on ice while my kid hula hoops down below.
summer changes when you have kids.
it's all about them.
not you.
actually...that's basically your life 24/7 when you have kids..
anyway..
in the summer it all just gets kicked up a notch.
you become a planner and chaperone and dragon slayer of boredom.
and maybe in the middle of their downtime you can muster the energy to limewash a secretary and paint it's insides pink..
but then it's back to building a dollhouse out of cardboard.
for my next trick i am tackling my office/bedroom..
i am going to paint my desk black.
and the walls soft mint green.
it's going to blow everyone's face off their head.
then sometime in 2015 i will paint my french doors black and move on to the living room and those F&B pink ground walls.
don't any of you go dyin on me.
