I may be going the way of Design-Block. My 13-year-old, light-of-my-life, pride-and-joy daughter might just suck the life out of me, much like Christmas.
It's just beginning. One of my nice clients told me last week she didn't think you could use the words light of my life and pride and joy in the same sentence in reference to any teenager. She's already been there, done that and has it all behind her. Lucky woman.
I did have a thoroughly invigorating and inspired day ripping baby blue and white wallpaper with pink hearts off the walls of an otherwise nice kitchen. Then I hand-troweled a new texture on the walls. Tomorrow I'll paint them a beautiful gold color I can't remember the name of. The reason I can't remember it is because I have a 13-year-old daughter I somehow thought was not going to give me any trouble in life. What was I thinking?