My Paint's Too Sexy For This Post.

I know you want to see it. You want to know about it. It aroused a fantasy, just hearing about it, didn't it? It's time for some show and tell, don't you think? You want to know if "Japanese Paper" has satisfied me in a way "Dried Palm Green My Ass" never could? You want to know if "Decorator White" taught me how to rob a bank with the tip of my hat and a smile? If a some time spent without a "Terra Cotta" ceiling could make me drive off a cliff rather than go back?

I'm telling you - Jim and Jimmy have done something for me that nobody who came before them ever did.

No, really. It's that good. I'd read something about those "sell your house" shows and why other decorating and design shows are so popular. It's because they sell the fantasy that you can effect an immediate change on your whole life with just some paint and a little effort. I'm telling you, it's true. Okay with a chunk of change, paint and someone else's effort - but when fantasy becomes reality?






Well, just over a week or two later and it's like I've rolled over, smoked a cigarette, and I am now doing that stroll to the shower where the towel slips and I show you a little bit of my butt crack.

However, as you can see by the stairs that need more than just a coat of paint - I now need to gear up for someone to do carpet installation on the stairs. The online tutorials for how to "do it yourself" have all the appeal of how to treat an STD. Once again, it seems I need professional help.