This morning as I pulled on (yet again) my painting pants and put on (yet again) a painting shirt, I decided that painting is a lot like knitting. Margene is always encouraging to enjoy the process. Enjoy. The. Process. So I'm trying.
The way I figure it, before you start to paint a room or knit a sweater there's a level of excitement. What will it look like? How will the colours change in the light? How will you feel when you're all finished and can proudly show off your achievement? You set aside some time and mentally look forward to the task ahead. You get out all the tools to start and lay them out neatly. You prepare, breathe and then you cast on and start your gauge swatch start cutting in the primer. This always takes longer than you think. You knit and knit paint and paint and then the first day is done and you feel like you have nothing to show for it. Nothing except a little square piece of fabric that only hints at the sweater ahead or a room that is thinly veiled white and only showing a sparkle of change.
Day two is always better. The gauge swatch primer is done, and you can finally start a sleeve start painting with the actual colour. You'll breeze through that first section and then before you know it you're working up the body walls. You'll move along happily and then it will happen, you'll start thinking about the finished product and how happy you'll be when you're finished. Except you're not close to being finished, nooooooo...you've got miles and miles of stockinette rolling left.
This is where I am today. Every time I roll more paint onto the wall I'm going to remember to enjoy the process.
Enjoy the process.
Enjoy the process.
Enjoy the process.
Is it painted yet?























