a really, really, really big painting pickle.
see you when the pickle has been...
eaten?
no, demolished.
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8 comments:
Ut oh...what happened? I hate to paint.
ha ha whenever i start to paint i think... "remind me why i decided to do this again..."
but then, the end result is always worth it.
happy painting!
painting on canvas... LOVE
painting walls... no fun
i love painting.
it revamps an entire room.
i hope your pickle gets ... eaten? solved? solutionized? soon.
i LOVE pickles. Really. Dill that is. I can even drink the pickle juice. I love it. LOVE.
And I love your new adventures in your new neighborhood.
Good luck! Pickles I dig. Painting not so much. I painted half a wall with primer and recruited the hubs to finish the rest of the house. Ah ha
Lol I'll be waiting with bated breath!
I see a green and brown room with nothing but pickles. EVERYWHERE. A pickle rug. Pickles on the wall. Jars of pickles like grandma would have in her pantry. A green pickle bathtub. The Prego womens drrream.
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