I don't recommend it.
Let me explain..
This summer, Christian and I took a trip with his brother, Jimmy, and his best friend, Matt.
We drove down to South Carolina, where Matt's parents have a beautiful home on Seabrook Island.
It was the most relaxing, gorgeous, and fun vacation I had been on in a long time.
I had just wrapped up another school year and I had the whole summer ahead of me.
We swam next to dolphins, drank beer on the beach and laid in the sun all day.
It was heaven...
Until I got Poison Ivy.
All over my body.
And my face.
And my lips.
What followed was an emergency trip to the local clinic and three rounds of steroids.
I was on steroids for almost a month, long after we got back home to Indy.
The horrible, itchy, ugly red bumps would not go away!
My doctor warned me about the "three H's" that steroids can cause.
Hyper. Hungry. Hateful.
I wasn't hungry or hateful.
But I was hyper.
I was in the best mood of my life.
I had energy to last me days.
Literally.
I went days without sleeping at all.
I would go to bed with Christian, lay awake all night planning all sorts of different projects and scheming on big ideas, and then, at the first sight of sunlight, I would pop out of bed and get to work on my projects.
I was crazy.
Some of my energy went to good use.
I would reorganize cabinets and clean like a mad woman.
But I also had lots of redecorating ideas.
Most of them were awful.
Poor Christian would come home from work and I'd be there to meet him in the driveway.
"I did something," I would say, "and you can't be mad..."
One example is this:
My friend Jane had given me a tiny sample of robin's egg blue colored paint.
For some reason, in the middle of the night, I decided it would look so classy on our attic door.
Let me explain..
This summer, Christian and I took a trip with his brother, Jimmy, and his best friend, Matt.
We drove down to South Carolina, where Matt's parents have a beautiful home on Seabrook Island.
It was the most relaxing, gorgeous, and fun vacation I had been on in a long time.
I had just wrapped up another school year and I had the whole summer ahead of me.
We swam next to dolphins, drank beer on the beach and laid in the sun all day.
It was heaven...
Until I got Poison Ivy.
All over my body.
And my face.
And my lips.
What followed was an emergency trip to the local clinic and three rounds of steroids.
I was on steroids for almost a month, long after we got back home to Indy.
The horrible, itchy, ugly red bumps would not go away!
My doctor warned me about the "three H's" that steroids can cause.
Hyper. Hungry. Hateful.
I wasn't hungry or hateful.
But I was hyper.
I was in the best mood of my life.
I had energy to last me days.
Literally.
I went days without sleeping at all.
I would go to bed with Christian, lay awake all night planning all sorts of different projects and scheming on big ideas, and then, at the first sight of sunlight, I would pop out of bed and get to work on my projects.
I was crazy.
Some of my energy went to good use.
I would reorganize cabinets and clean like a mad woman.
But I also had lots of redecorating ideas.
Most of them were awful.
Poor Christian would come home from work and I'd be there to meet him in the driveway.
"I did something," I would say, "and you can't be mad..."
One example is this:
My friend Jane had given me a tiny sample of robin's egg blue colored paint.
For some reason, in the middle of the night, I decided it would look so classy on our attic door.
Fail.
Not classy.
Just weird.
(It actually looks kind of cool in the picture, but trust me, in real life it is not cool.)
However, one good thing did come from my sleepless nights and excessive energy.
I went to the hardware store for some chalkboard paint.
Then, I did this:
I loved it.
Christian loved it.
It stayed.
It will be so fun to change the quotes with the seasons and our friends get a kick out of writing inappropriate things on our pantry door.
It will be so fun to change the quotes with the seasons and our friends get a kick out of writing inappropriate things on our pantry door.
