Arch Nemesis

I used to think my arch nemesis was the color pink. I thought it was paraded to symbolize weakness in girls, until my mother fought & overcame breast cancer. Now I have a new arch nemesis. 70’s faux paneling.

In my attempt to “deal with it” I have painted it and wallpapered it–now I’m dealing with my dealings. So it’s with very sore hands that I type this and vow that when I finally get done scraping every last bit of wallpaper and all five layers of paint off that stupid wall I will flood that room with pink as a testament to my strength! That is all.