summer work.

I can tell that I worked a desk job all year...my body is a stiff and sore in every possible way. However, I can't complain about my summer source of income. I'm working independently; I make my own hours; I get to spend some one else's money; and I get to do something I enjoy. It's temporary work--but that's just fine because that is all I want it to be. I suppose the professional sounding name for my job would be "interior designer." But in all reality it is not as prestigious as that because what it boils down to is that I'm rescuing the flower shop from some serious neglect. I haven't technically worked there in 2 years...and in that time it has deteriorated in too many ways to count. They've been too busy to keep it up (or...never mind)...and so I will work my magic one last time before I leave it for good.

I meant to take before and after photos...but I forgot to take the "before"...oh well. The nice thing is that improvement is guaranteed. I've been hauling and painting and going up and down stairs all weekend. My obsessive personality kicks in when I take on physical projects and so I've been working 12 hour days, but enjoying it. I think I had some major steam to burn off...or something. All I know is that hard physical work makes it much easier to relax at the end of the day... and at the beginning of it too.

Yesterday I painted the upstairs "Baltic Green"...which is, in other words, robin's egg blue. I love it--such a calming color. I'll be painting another wall slate grey, and yet another sexy, poppy flower red. Did I mention that I love painting walls? And then there's the sari fabric...oooh!

But I'm bored writing about it. I like creating spaces that evoke emotion--a sense of peacefulness, desire, creativity--but let's face it...it's something to do, not to write about.

For now, I have some wonderful, sweet reading to do (oh glory, personal reading time!).

There is sunshine. Life is good.