I grew up with Do-It-Yourself parents. They liked gutting houses and fixing whatever they could. There’s a sense of satisfaction in a job well done, one that gave you blisters or put sweat on your brow. Plus, you kind of get addicted to it, although I’m not sure why. It’s a love/hate relationship for sure. So, mostly for selfish reasons we asked some friends if we could hang out and help them with a project one Saturday. The first selfish reason was that I love working and talking. I feel soooo much better knowing that I wasn’t just sipping coffee and eating scones–not that those are bad. I am currently eating cookies and drinking yerba maté, so I’m kind of judging myself. Plus that meant I could actually catch up with her–an hour is utterly insufficient to hear what happened during the past year! The second selfish reason was that I knew we’d get fed well–my friend makes great food.
Everything went as planned. 🙂 The food was delish by the way!
Payton got to be on the demolition crew, and I got to paint an old barn red. So satisfying!
It was a great day indeed. And I even managed not to get one splash of red paint on my clothes, which has never ever happened in my entire painting career. That was exactly opposite of the little helpers who drizzled paint on tutus, covered each other in speckles of red, and managed to get a swipe or two in the hair.