Tonight, when I should have been caulking/painting the floor trim in the basement, I instead channeled my inner typographer and busied myself with a can of tomato-colored paint. I am a MASTER procrastinator. If you need procrastination assistance, like, say, better excuses for why you aren’t doing what you should be, give me a ring. I’ll hook you riiiiiiight up. That is, if I get around to it.
Anywho, this wall bored me:
So I busted out the projector, found a font I liked and got to work:
After two coats, the wall now makes a statement. It says, “…and.” Can you hear it?
This wall is tucked immediately around the corner when you walk into the room, so you won’t see it until you enter the space and turn around.
Now I must go do the dishes. Or my nails. I can always do the dishes later, right?