City Mitten

When I was a senior in college, I had a ginormous one bedroom apartment all to myself. It was dirt cheap compared to NYC standards. My living room was huge, so a friend and I decided to paint it. We painted one wall with huge polka dots in two different shades of green and the opposite wall solid. It was fun to do for the first five minutes and then when we realized how long the wall actually was, it wasn’t such a great idea anymore. But, we pressed on and in the end it looked sweet.

This time around, the painting was a bit easier. Probably because I had my friend P, who could reach all the spots that I couldn’t and who would round out all the edges for me. My job was strictly the roller.

Funny enough, we weren’t even painting P’s apartment. We were painting D’s, and D didn’t help at all. He said we were doing too good of a job and he didn’t want to ruin it. Reminds me of how my mom used to make the same argument to get me to rake the lawn. Or was it shovel the driveway? Either way, two things I don’t have to worry about now.

D did make us lunch though, so it worked out in the end. And his apartment looks really good so I’m proud of our accomplishments. I’m also excited for Round Two, ’cause I’m probably going to help P paint his apartment and I’m even more excited for Round Three, when I’m gonna do a little something something to my bedroom. It’s not very big, but it’s gonna be sweet. Just you wait.