|yep, it's the molded plastic-ish kind.|
|prepped for some paint!|
originally i was headin' out for the sprayin' kind o' paint, however, our relationship is, historically, unpredictable... and have i mentioned my ranking in the top ten at the "world grudge-holding championships" for holding a go-to-the-grave-grudge against inanimate objects? yeah, well, i don't like to brag.
anywhoo, in an effort to stay toned and tough i'm clinging tightly to this grudge 'cuz i don't wanna lose my standing or anything.
|evil sprayer of unpredictable splotchiness (via)|
and have i mentioned my disdain for winter? (keep that grudge ranking in mind here)
sure, it looks all white and innocent in the pictures but no one talks about the mucky, muddy tracks from kids trying to extend the life of week old snow on a 53 degree day. nope.
and what is autumn, really, other than a slow introduction to winter? yep, it's coming and i'm not happy. not. at. all. happy.
|brrrr shiver shiver shiver curse. repeat.|
this one's for you, momma nat. sproutin' some go-for-broke-spring green IN 'DA FALL.
thank you, annie sloan for sendin' antibes green across the vast blue sea.
i lurve that spring-in-its-step green, don't you, miss motha o' da nature? huh? how 'bout it?
now that plastic-ish mirror's speakin' sass which is perfect for my cheeky almost-13 'tween who lurves her green.
take that, momma.