Stuff

Last Friday was a good day. Finally got all my round of appointments done so that I can now fill in enrolment information for my course. Only took three weeks and three appointments after being accepted into the course. Not too bad for the government system - no actual sarcasm used in the making of the previous sentence. While I was in the third and last meeting, I received a call telling me I had been accepted into private dance tuition. Yippee!! Now, by the time my course starts I hope not to look like a broken chicken on the dance floor. Was so happy on Friday I needed an afternoon nap to recover from all of the excitement...

Now things are official, I am officially on a deadline and things are not looking good for these stripes. I need to have this room ready by the end of the month so that I can spend August preparing some stock for the business. I would like proof that I really can do the things that I believe I can do. I shall call this wholistic belief.

Just checked the calendar - this gives me until next saturday! I shall not panic. I shall not panic. Upon William's recommendation, I bought a quartz heater which shall help paint dry more quickly. Unfortunately, the instructions for the heater say not to actually go any closer to it than one metre. This may hinder the drying process just a little bit but it did heat the floor up a lot. This was a nice thing for a single girl to discover while at home on a Saturday night - my new heater warms floor boards very well...

William and Maree were over for a dinner party/sleepover on Friday night and they gave some helpful suggestions about stripe alternatives so that I don't go crazy trying to get these done. However, most of the suggestions were unhelpful and unprintable. You truly know that you will never grow up when the last thing you hear while falling asleep are two legal aged adults in the next room saying to each other, 'You're an idiot!' - 'I know you are but what am I?' Saturday we went house hunting as they are moving in together. William keeps telling us he is a good cook. I shall be spending the rest of today having delicious visions of future dinner parties while staring at a white floor and painting it even whiter...

Strisis - Stripe Crisis!

While I can barely express my unmitigated joy at being accepted into the business course I was interviewed for - well I can actually - Oh boy! I have unmitigated joy at being accepted... I have just spent the afternoon painting phoebe in practise for the stripes and I have found out that the really expensive painters tape I bought to mark out sections for painting different colours does not do its job in preventing paint bleeding. How then, am I going to get these stripes on the wall?

My brother is coming over later to help me measure them out and I was just on the phone to him in despair over this situation. He is the expert in all of these things and his response was to use masking tape, "but it might rip the paint off though". As if I'm going to allow that to happen with all of the blood, sweat and carnage that has gone into the room so far.

I have an emergency plan that I may need to engage. I have long been interested in getting an overhead projector to beam images onto the wall and then to paint them in. I have even created a series of chakra related images just for this purpose. Back when them room was going to heavy in pink and white I was wanting to complement this with a black and white wallpaper pattern. I was lucky enough to find some at the local reclaimed rubbish facility that only needed to be coloured black and I would have exactly that. After three weeks of colouring it in, I had completed about one and a half metres and then promptly forgot about using this as backing for shelves.

Anyways - the pattern on this wall paper would work enalarged to wall size and painted pink. But I want stripes...Or stripes painted around the pattern...Definately...At least...

Beautiful People!!

I was quite nervous conducting my Market Research last Friday. I had thought up some reasonable questions to ask people about my business idea. Marie, God bless her coughing socks, came with me to hold my coat and study stock in shops with incredible scrutiny while I prattled away to owners and managers about my idea for turning recycling into a viable business.

There was no real need to be nervous. Each person I spoke to was lovely, helpful and supportive. I left the day feeling blessed that I had met these people and while I am still petrified about where this may be going, I am essentially positive that I am at least heading in the right direction.

Enjoyed a sleep over at Maries' house that night complete with William and was feeling so happy I splurged and bought myself a pair of Elmo pjs to celebrate. Happy times! One more day of Market Research and tidying my application should do the trick. Interview on Tuesday. Hope the clothing faeries are on my side then.