Thursday, February 11, 2010
At 11pm last night we stopped procrastinating and painted our bathroom. Approaching the task with reckless abandon, everything between us and the walls was at the mercy of our paint brushes. Moving to the drum of Lilly's i-phone beat we lacquered the walls in a color which Bunnings has aptly deemed 'Ice Mist.' The experience took us through a spectrum of mood swings which rocked from extreme playfulness to extreme madness to extreme frustration and then finally into a frenzy of extreme body art. By the end of our creative endeavor the paint fumes had stripped our skin bare and there was nothing left of us but a pile of bones floating peacefully inside a bubble bath.