I'm a self-proclaimed DIY-er.
This means I do things myself. It does not mean I do them well.
A couple of weeks ago I gave our ledges a fresh coat of paint.
Last week I started spray-painting the shutters black.
I called our friend Ray who is a professional painter to ask a quick question. He immediately started laying into me about how I was doing it all wrong.
He is a very passionate person and I daresay can get a little rilled up at times.
An encapsulated version of our conversation went like this:
"You're what? With spray paint, why?! What kind of spray paint?!"
"Um, the can says wood, metal and more."
"Ugh, I'm getting nauseous hearing about all this."
Recently the crest from Katie's cape starting falling off. (Yes, we still have this cape -- and mask I might add).
So I pulled out my pathetic-excuse-for-a-sewing kit and set to work.
Suffice it to say, I am a terrible seamstress.
Hey Miyo, does this make you want to throw up in your mouth a little?