Strippin' In The Window

 

  Now, before you start screaming and hollering about the horrible image of me dancing and removing my clothes, I advise you to look at the picture to your left. I've been given the task of stripping the paint from the inside of the windows in the den. What started as a dry scrape has transformed into a moist, chemical-infused scratch-n-scrape match.

  Fueled by the soundtrack of Prince music and my own bodily sweat, I put quite the dent in the layers of paint, primer, and goodness knows what else. Whatever is on there, it sure as heck is tryin' to stay on there forever and ever.

Not on mah watch!!

  I ran out of stripper, but the next time I'm equipped with more, it will be back to work with my brush, the shop vac, scraper, and good ol' elbow grease. What is it about home repair and decoration that gets me so giddy? I think it's all those years of going with my dad to hardware stores. While I loved pretend time with my dolls and their glittery hair, nothing could ever beat the smell of lumber, plastic, and various repair/decorative supplies. Is it strange that I have great memories of tagging along with my dad to Ace Hardware and other places?

  Note to self, apply to the Menard's around the way.