I’m still pretending this is fun

Even though after three hours I’m still prepping the walls. And trying to figure out what the living hell to do with that breaker box and nest of cables in the corner—which is not as simple a challenge as it appears to be in this or any other photo. It’s a 4D puzzle and an M. C. Escher drawing cowering in the corner like an angry, vindictive spider plotting my emotional demise. BUT IT’S SO TERRIBLY FUN!

I painted my first dining room 25 years ago listening to Sunday in the Park with George on permanent repeat. I still think about that room and how cool it turned out every time I hear that score.

And this room already has Tootsie embedded deep in its sequined, fake-boobed DNA.