March 24th - The Nightstands

When I want to do something, I have to do it right away. If I don’t, the thrill of it wears off. I’m no longer excited to do the thing. It’s how I am with cleaning, making food, any big projects. As soon as I feel the urge, I’ve gotta just do it or it will never get done.

This is why the basement walls remain blank, but one of the two nightstands got sanded and partially painted today. I was texting my friend earlier about different pieces she’s trying to buy for her home, and boom. I felt the urge. This time, the urge was telling me that I absolutely had to remodel something in my house. Furniture, to be exact. Definitely not the basement walls (that really need to be painted).

I take some pictures of the nightstand, throw one into Photoshop and begin to play around with what color to use and where the paint is going to go.

Austin, I’m gonna go paint the nightstand. I hear a groan from the other room. A groan is a “go ahead” in my book. It isn’t a no, and we’ve already discussed my absolute pressing need to spruce up the nightstands. I wanted to just buy new ones that were way too much money - refurbishing his old ones was the compromise.

He comes out of the office to peer over my shoulder. What color are you thinking?

Don’t know yet, I say. I think I like the grey-blue we painted the bathroom. Do you have a preference?

White. Okay… I don’t hate the white. I don’t love it, I think it’s overdone, but I don’t hate it.

Are you sure you don’t like the grey-blue?

Larkin. He says. You asked my opinion. And my opinion is white.

He’s not wrong. And they are his nightstands. It’s decided. The nightstands will be white.