Home Decorating at its finest.

I decided to redecorate my dining room.  Sounds simple enough right?  I chose a theme I loved (peacocks and classical lines) pick colors, and readied myself and my house for a week's long project.

Oh, how I laugh now at my optimism.

The room in question has two full walls, one half wall and a wall with a patio door.  It also has a chair rail and hard wood floors.

I poured my paint from can to tray, impressed that I didn't spill a drop per usual.  4 hours and an old school rap party later and I have the first coat done.  I then make the mistake of releasing the cats.  My white cat and my seal cat come bounding from the bedroom they've been quarrentined in and proceed to investitage this "new" room.  And my white cat quickly becomes my "Emerald" cat.  One bath and several scratches later, my white cat returns.  I return to cleaning up my mess.

Which turns into "Follow the Emerald dot road" all over my hardwood floor.

I put down a canvas cover.  Didnt get a speck of paint on it.  Oh no.  It jumped the cover.  went straight for the floor.

Everything is put on hold for 3 days while I go to work.

Just finished the final coat of paint, took a razor blade to the tape that wouldnt pull up and started moving things in and around.

It's beautiful.

I screwed up more times than I can count, the room is technically still a mess but its beautiful.

and has a ton of Peacocks!

I'm trying to be positive.  The urge to vent and rant is quite overpowering but I will survive.  Me and Gloria Gaynor anyway.  I need to write, but for some reason I just can't bring myself to type or pick up a pen.  Is it fear?  Is it insecurity?  Is it boredom? 

I'm going to crawl back to my hole now and try to figure out why I am my qorst enemy and biggest stumbling block.