And so it continues...

Operation Casa GKG is still in full swing, with the painters arriving earlier than I expected this morning. It's all good - the main guy is a close family friend, so seeing me stagger out of my bedroom due to a cold and the subsequent medicine is fine. I look like death, but I don't have to care.

I'm still settling on colors for the house. Since the decor is going to be so eclectic, it occurred to me that the colors are ten times as important - I don't want the decor to get lost in "OH MY! Your bedroom certainly is HOT pink!!", nor do I want the walls to seem like a mere backdrop. When my uncle gave me a yellow formica dinette from the late 1950's (it actually belonged to my parents up until about 1970), and I decided to set up a breakfast area with that at one end of the great room, I started rethinking some color choices. That table is screaming for a turquoise kitchen. It won't go with the red I'd originally intended, and the pink I chose later would result in a really startling Easter basket effect. But that means the downstairs bath can't be turquoise, right? You following me? And what if Didgeridoo Boy wound up here full time? I need to be able to work in the odd KISS mural and so forth. (Never, EVER plan your house in a way that results in your being a spinster. I'm very superstitious that way.)

Speaking of Didgeridoo Boy, here we are at Starbucks on Sunday afternoon:



And here's a short video from last night, when I popped into record mode again. I wish he would start carrying on when I actually look good:



And, frankly, I can't come up with anything to say in closing after that one. Off to dodge paint supplies and locate another cup of coffee...