To start with, Organique showed signs of the surprise. This is never a good sign:
Oh yes. That's paint. And not even the Zero VOC kind I've been loving. Leftover Satin Latex is what it is. Well, it WAS "leftover." Now I call it "allover."
Yep. "Allover" the carpet, and "allover" the wall. A splash or two on my reclining camp chair, and ditto for the JBL speaker. It pooled around the bookshelf, but I saved it.
By the way, the paint can was on it's side, and it's nearly-full contents were thick upon the circle you see there. This is after I scooped handfuls of paint up and filled the can back nearly three-fourths full. Do you think we have another Little Artist? Or maybe just another Little Monkey? Let's have a closer look at the detail:
Oo, blurry picture. Sorry. The wall already had white areas (gouges and scraped paint). Sadly, my mind wasn't running on all cylinders, and it was a few hours before I could reach Hubby and his wise counsel to use the shop vac and water to clean the carpet. Not how I planned to spend my birthday, certainly, but I recovered. The carpet only kindof recovered. It looks now like a ghostly intruder was slaughtered. That'll teach 'em.
Good thing she's cute...
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