Accidents Happen

I live a charmed life. It’s a charmed life with many missteps and accidents. As in “I accidentally forgot to fill the water pitcher again,” which is probably my husband’s biggest pet peeve. It’s one of the rare occurrences in which he will utter a loud, disgruntled, “Argh…”

Other “accidents” include drinking my husband’s Mountain Dew that he left in the fridge, rearranging things in our home so they are more efficient…for me. The poor guy can’t even find his shoes sometimes because I’ve moved them. I also have a habit of picking up his water glass when he steps away and putting it in the dishwasher. Ooops. But my, what a clean counter!

As we celebrate nine months of marriage, I have promised to stop moving his things. Now, when I clean, I work around some of the piles of his things. It doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. We’ll see how long it lasts.

For those of you who have been following along, you may remember my discovery of estate sales. Well, I’ve added small furniture to the list of things I buy and I am learning how to refinish them. Some of the more modern pieces will get new life with a simple coat of spray paint, which is magic in a can.

I had a great set up going in the garage, with three painting stations on cardboard, separated from each other with walls of cardboard. It was exceptionally efficient. One Saturday, my husband got picked up at home by a friend of his, so his car was left in the garage – or as I was calling it – the painting studio.

A car in a painting studio is not an ideal situation.

And it’s a stick shift so (judge me here if you haven’t already) I couldn’t move it.

I paced back and forth in front of the car for a few minutes with an itchy trigger finger and a garden bench that just needed two more coats of red paint. I was painting far away from the car, and facing away from it, so I went for it; soon forgetting the car was even there.

I also started a teal dresser and once there was nothing more to paint, I started to clean up my work area. That’s when I noticed the floor was tinted red with a bit of teal on top. Upon more investigation I realized the paint on the floor came from the overspray of my project. I picked up a broom and luckily, the paint had landed on dirt, so it swept right up.

My workspace was clean and I was about to step out of the garage when something stopped me in my tracks.

My husband’s teal car had a red glow.

I grabbed a rag from the workbench, which happened to be white, and I wiped off part of the trunk. I was horrified when I saw that the rag had turned red.

I couldn’t move fast enough. I wiped down the car as quick as I could and it looked much better. When my husband returned home I tried to convince him that we should go take his car through the carwash and then I had to explain what I had done. He just shrugged and said it looked fine. (He does get a little antsy if he sees me anywhere near his car now, I can’t blame him.)

Later I noticed I missed cleaning off the sunroof. It might still have a tinge of red.

Ooops. I wonder if this will help put the water pitcher in perspective.