Call me crazy, but I actually had fun today. I found myself facing a life decision, well, maybe not a major life decision, but a toughie none the less. You see, K’s brother is a super handyman, and he usually does the messy jobs for us, especially any plastering jobs. The problem? He is back in school pursuing the career change thing. Sigh
So, here I am with K’s studio nearly finished and the plastering is next. Do I pay someone to do it? Not this close to Christmas; I have shopping to do. Ok, I guess it is time for me to step up. What’s the big deal? It’s messy, and I hate getting messy. I have seen this done lots of times, and I’ve helped a few, but this time I’m on my own. Dang, how I would love to “Tom Sawyer” somebody into doing this for me.
Well, Blondie is out of luck, so it’s off to the studio and face the music. Now, here’s where the big decision comes in. Do I whine, snivel, complain, and fuss the whole time, or can I find a way to make this fun? “We make it fun, if we can, Pru my love,” I say to myself, “the question is how?”
A close inspection of the premixed plaster reveals a substance about the consistency of frosting. All right, now we’re into the cook’s territory. I can do this. Wait, I remember now, the pros call this stuff “mud”, I remember mud. I remember playing with mud and having fun. Ok, let’s get some mud on the walls.
Well, I got it on the walls, floor, my hands, face, hair, and jeans. However, I did a pretty darn good job, even if I do say so myself. The best part? The long hot shower afterwards, followed by dressing up pretty and writing about it. This is by far, the best part.
What, a picture of me with plaster on my face and in my hair? Are you out of your mind? Seriously? Oh no, that is not going to happen. Maybe after I get my hair done…
So tell me, when was the last time you got to play with mud, or a similar substance?