Really? 'Cuz at the moment, I'm fantasizing about Tahiti. It is cold outside. My skin does not like it at all. In fact, my normal-to-oily skin is as dry as the Sahara at the moment, and the cheap CVS moisturizer I use to blend my makeup is not helping. I think it's time for the good stuff-- I might get a little pot of LUSH's Imperialis, because I don't fancy having skin that's as flaky as my sister. It's a modest splurge, one I think I can afford.
Tonight, I get to do laundry and pack. What an exciting evening, right? If I get really, really enthusiastic about it, I might just have time to start on my holiday cards. I'm trying to psych myself up. It's not working.
Painting the new place is kind of a pain. The primer's not laying well at all. In fact, the wall now looks kind of textured. Optimist that I aspire to be, I figure that the least I can do is try to make it look intentional. We're painting a pale ice blue, then I'm going to sponge over it with a lilac/lavender layer so it looks all artsy-like. I may paint the ceiling a metallic silver if Dixie gives her okay.
Things I need:
-- Curtains. Probably in ice blue. And a silver curtain rod.
-- a 10'x8' rug.
-- a little desk lamp.
-- A refill on my sanity.