Paint, Paint, Paint

Well, contrary to what my last post might have lead you to believe, I haven't been laying around.

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Much. I have snuck some in, just because I love me a sunbeam on the loveseat.

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But I've mostly been busy painting. Actually, I've been busy with the regular routine, but especially busy because the painting has crept in to the naptime window of peace. I guess the regular routine has been slightly altered; but the parts of the house that have been painted look fantastic. Amoryn approves of the yellow; here's hoping that she likes the green that's the next to go up.

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She's not so sold on the primer grey, but it's primer & she doesn't have to look at it for long.

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In other news, I think that my strange & brief spell of knitting monogamy may be coming to end. For a little while, I was plowing through projects, with no fickle thoughts of casting on for something else, or gazing longingly at the flirty merino hand-dyes. Today, I thought four different times about going to wind up that one skein of Malabrigo, so that I could cast on for... And then I reminded myself that seriously, I have like 8 rows left in that other project, and it's just the fact that I'm making notes on it that's killing my fun. And my other fun project - the secret one that I can't show you because it's going to be a gift, blog - is great, but, well, a secret.

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I'm off to bed now, with visions of fiber dancing in my head. I've got the itch to do some dying, but the kitchen space is currently full of paint & rollers & brushes. Sooooo... another good reason to get the painting all done!