And I swore I was not going to do anything terribly productive. Yesterday I was all chatting with my pal in the coffee line about how I would just "lay on the steamer chair on the porch and read a magazine."
And then I hit up Facebook to see about a friend in the midst of a terrible health crisis (yes, he seems to be playing it out on Facebook, but who the hell am I to judge, never having been in his shoes and all that), and I saw a little Pinterest post from another pal:
I admit, it was the quote below the photo that grabbed me. Best ever? Reallllllyyyy? Hmmm. I have been planning, subconsciously of course, to paint my mater bath. See, once I rip out the fishy tiles, I have some idea that the blue tiles left behind will be somehow less bad and more complementary to other colors. Like grey. Like this:
Or even this:
(The Decorologist's post about "Bossy tile" oh, so appropriate!)
Next thing you know, I had a post-it on my desk with the words "Revere Pewter, Rockport Gray, Semi Gloss" on it. So, on my day off I might just be buying the supplies to rip out that damned fishy tile and perhaps buying a tin of paint.
Don't judge me, just love me.