Ramblings of a paintaholic…
This morning…turn afternoon…and eventually evening, I have spent painting furniture…so that we can put away all my junk. You see, my stuff has sat in boxes for weeks because I had no where to put it all. In comes furniture I have but refuse to fill until properly painted. So here I am, painting away, and realizing I hate painting. 
So why do I paint? Not for the joy of spilling paint on the carpet, or for the fumes that make me dizzy (yes, I paint in the living room), or for the paint I pick out of my hair in the shower because I am a careless painter who dips her hair in the paint bucket…Rather, I paint because I am frugal. As I was painting I thought to myself, can’t I buy furniture already painted white? Aren’t there people out there you can pay to paint for you? I was caught off guard that I would think such crazy thoughts…but when I realized that the house was a mess and I just wanted to be done with it all, painting seemed not so fun anymore. 
But then my senses came to me and I realized why I paint. Because if I wanted to pay someone to paint it for me, it would cost much more than free furniture off the side of the road and Wal-Mart paint. I would have to go find a job…a job that paid REALLY well, to even rationalize paying for new furniture. Then as my sore wrist continued to stroke the paint brush I remembered that being at home, having the freedom to spend all day painting, was a choice. A glorious choice to live frugally so that I can choose to stay home. So as my faithful husband wakes up at the crack of dawn each morning to make us a living, I am choosing to do things that are not always enjoyable, but cheap, so that we can enjoy life and live simply on a small budget.
And at the end of the day…the outcome is well worth the work…
Another free, side of the road, find…turned into a beautiful white masterpiece…
sigh…
