Crackle

So I have a mini obsession that started a couple weeks back with what just happens to be the hottest trend this spring: Crackle Nail Polish.  I first heard about it regarding Katie Perry having a black shatter through O.P.I which I just had to have!  Of course it was sold out everywhere which made me completely /sadface. Recently I heard that O.P.I. also has a silver shatter with their Pirates of the Caribbean line but I have not been able to find any in stock at all.  However, I was able to find Concrete Crackle by China Glaze!  I snatched one up and tried it out with a pretty pink base and it's not bad at all.  Don't get me wrong I am still completely in stalker mode for the silver but perhaps this can calm some of the pain.

Movin' In!

Got the last of the coats on the wall!  So now after a week and 4 coats of paint I'm finally able to start moving my furniture back in!  I'm super psyched but I really need to do laundry so it's going to have to wait for now.

Leaps and Bounds

I have been making some great progress on my office lately. That awesome obnoxious green or "Leaping Lizard" as the manufacturers call it. I have a couple of coats up so far and it kind of looks like a highlighter shit on my walls but I am keeping up hope. I was told that I would have to allow 8 hours of dry time between coats. Now I am totally of the immediate gratification generation and this one coat a day is killing me! But I have work and family and video games that need my attention. /sigh. I think I may be able to finish up today with any luck as I don't have to work. Maybe I can even post a bit more about other things I like so I won't appear to have an unhealthy fascination with painting walls in neon colours.

Fresh new look!

So as you can see I have been playing around tweaking the lay out a bit. I like to think of this new look as girly meets emo. Kinda /wristsglam. I figured it was only fiitting considering what I have been up to lately.
The cabinet painting, that started on Sunday, sparked a flame. Before I knew it the fire was raging and I was tearing the wainscoting off of my walls. So it looks like this is going to turn into quite the involved project. Still I have to say that even this level of randomness is precedent for me!

Awkward!

So sorry for missing the update on the cabinet last night but don't worry, I was subsequently punished. After reluctentley waking up to my alarm after my ridiculously late night, I was moving at a snails pace. I was not expected in the office today. I was having my back door reinstalled due to a break in earlier this month. *Pausing for jokes* Even still I had an hour before he would even be there. i mean, really, when was the last time a repair man was on time right?

Well you will not be disappointed to learn that he was not on time. In fact I was sitting there in my over sized sweat pants and tank top, sleep in my eyes and bed head, when there was a knock on the front door. I am a notorious screener be it phone or unannounced house guests, so naturally, my first reaction was to ignore it but caution took over. I peek out the window to see the big signed work truck on the street. An hour early? Seriously?! I really wish I could say that this was the low part in my story. Instead when I cracked open the door to peek outside and I stand there in total silence blinking. In front of me is a carbon copy of a coworkers ex boyfriend that I had been partying with a few weeks back. To this day I refuse to admit I remember anything that happened that particular night so for now we will proceed with the story at hand. So here I am wading thru flashes of alcohol hazed memories as his mouth is clearly moving assumedly speaking to me since we are the only two people here. Now there is only one logical solution when a man you so recently allowed myself to act a fool in front of, I slammed the door shut. Not only that but a made a mad dash to my bedroom to put on a bra, clean t-shirt and pants that fit. I pull the door back open as I try to tame my tresses to find him still staring dumbfounded at my door. For the next three hours I try to rack my brain on how I can figure out if his is the dude or not without actually acknowledging that I may recognize him or remember that night. The three weeks following the incident were honestly tough enough. Finally I just debating on calling him to see if the phone rings on the mystery man in my mud room. But even if I blocked my number, how awkward would that be if I got caught? There really would be no viable excuse. So, I left it be, let him do his thing and called it a day. In the event that he was who I thought he was I was not going there if he wasn't. I'm not going to be that girl imagining a future with every guy I come into contact with. And even if I were I'm not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that secret! In any case, the job he did was amazing! I love my new door!