It got so bad at one point I succumbed to superstition. That's right, me...who laughs at the thought of 'spooks'...Me, who rolls her eyes at people who do crazy shit like bury a statue in the front lawn to make their house sell faster...me, who looks at Christian Jesus warriors like 'wtf?'....wore the same clothes for the entire time I worked on this project because they were 'Lucky'.
Yes, you heard me right...same socks...same shirt, same bra (okay...I changed my undies...I'm not an animal after all
) I did this because it worked...lol...one day I didn't do it...and so many things went wrong I didn't even get to put paint brush to wall once...not even once! It was a comedy of errors! LOL it got so bad at one point I was convinced the house was being built over an ancient Indian burial ground or perhaps the devil's den, it was the 'vortex of evil', I tell you!On the good days, when I was dressed in my lucky attire, all I had to deal with was the mean lady...who would snap at the 'little people' with quips like, "This isn't a two hundred thousand dollar house ya know!" Or give them looks so intimidating it would cause a grown man to piss his pants if he accidentally dropped a piece of wood, "Don't worry! I'll pay for it if I damaged anything!"
I am finally done. Here is a pic of one of the finished murals.
