A LOT of fucking paint. Bottom cream (probably lead), a battleship grey, the fucking painters tape blue, more cream and white, more grey, several layers of recent white latex. It was at least a millimeter, maybe one and a half, thick.
I am so having a drink.
The spindle grain is pretty, but I still want to paint it white, so I didn't need to get it completely up, just enough to be a smooth finish. I might put a clear coat on it in case I change my mind someday (to avoid having more paint stain sinking in when I prime and paint.)
Jesus, I have so much more to go (and learn! I'd finally become expert at this stripper thing!)
The blood spatter manicure looks SO COOL. When I'm sure they're dry (you should see me carefully poking at the keyboard right now), I'll post pictures.
Can someone link me to the blood splatter manicure instructions again?
Blood splatter manicure tutorial [link]
The codeine-related drugs don't make me feel floaty; they make me feel fine. The niggling worries and pain go away, and I realize how infrequently I feel fine. I hoard my leftovers for the truly horrible days and for days I hurt myself.
Wordy word word.
I've found that "sense of well being" since sans opiates, but the first time I ever truly felt it was after a car accident in an emergency room in the middle of nowhere.
Not quite the same thing, but my mom's brain tumors went undiagnosed because when her migraine meds stopped controlling the pain her doctor wrote her off as drug seeking rather than looking further, even though the symptoms were not right.
Dear GOD. Or, you know, notgod...
What a fucking nightmare.
Nice Zombie Nails, Tep.
Congrats to the Texas Rangers who're going to the World Series for the first time ever.
Teppy, I love the shot with the knife.
I've got 300 jello shots setting up in my fridge.
