"Oh well, the devil makes us sin, but we like it when we're spinning in his grip"

You can't put a couple of people in a house with paint surprise and not expect things like this to happen.

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Give me a holiday longer than a few days and I get temporally confused, lost like a TARDIS is the space-time continuum and all that, turning good days into Sundays and bad days into Wednesdays because Wednesdays always manage to catch me of my game.

But because of this time coma, this week has taken me totally by surprise. And this week is special because right now I am exactly 12 hours away from boarding a plane to Amsterdam, enjoying all that city has to offer (Vodka Museum FTW!) and then hopping on another plane to Paris where hopefully I will get drunk on good wine next to the Seine and make it to the Rock En Seine festival. Boo-yah!

Summer, you're one cool chick this year.

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And, me being me, this is how I spend my last few days in the city: painting a room. The Boy wanted to redo the living room and I wanted to scratch "paint a room (or at least use a paint brush once in my life" off my bucket list.

And apparently, you don't just paint it. There are different paints and wall primers and brushes and it is a far, far more complicated thing that I initially thought. Another career option I need to let go of in case the whole med thing doesn't work. Sigh.

We wanted Bordeaux red. We ended up with purple. Thank god it worked with the room.

Too much dust. At least I got a clear idea of how I'll look with graying hair.

Our lungs still hate us.

Maria, the palest kid I know got even paler.

Because I have a stalker-ish feel of heights - the kind of fear that stays hidden in the corners of my mind until I'm actually at a reasonable height and then, pam!, it pounces - of course I was the one forced to use the ladder. Of course.

My laptop suffered in our need for music.

But not as much as The Boy's hair :))

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But, 4 days later, and it was all worth it. It's a really amazing feeling to look around a room and know you did it.

I still can't feel my finger tips and legs. So, I'll be leaving the rest of the house designing to other people. You know, people who actually know what they're doing and who have the physical condition for something more that typing on a computer all day.

Wearing: Mango skirt & top, Nine West wedges, vintage earrings, random bracelets.

You can't even tell I was sleep deprived, right? Right, guys? Um, guys? Pfff, never mind, I can sleep when I am dead.

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Also, lesson of the week: cheap, 2 dollar nail polish is the best thing ever invented since bread came sliced and Star Trek phasers were first set to stun.

Will hopefully be back alive and well, with many pretty new things, chocolates and hopefully, not too hungover. Hopefully being the key word here. Behave my sweets and see you all in two weeks, when I will have many photos and fun stories to tell ♥

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Song of the Day: Massive Attack - Paradise Circus