I like to pretend I’m in a movie when I’m painting a room in my house. I’m doing that scene in the movie where the star is painting a room in her house. Something big is about to happen, or something big already happened and now she’s absorbing this big thing while she paints a room in her house.
But most important, she’s got a cute bandanna wrapped around her hair, a smudge of paint on her nose and cheek, blue jeans rolled halfway up her calves, a men’s dress shirt unbuttoned over her camisole, and a cup of steaming coffee on the counter.
Pretend is nice.