Damn the Victorians...

{Thank you to all who inquired about my week long disappearance.  I have a good excuse...I was kidnapped by Sunflower Electric Corporation and thrown into a dank dungeon.  I only escaped by lulling my guards into a stupor by singing Kumbiyah 10,0000 times. Okay, not really...but admit it, I had you going for awhile...}

Oh sure, everyone just loves Victorian architecture....the fancy rails, the turrets, the scroll work...

Just beautiful...until you have to paint it...

And paint it...

and paint it...

Mind you, I'm about 18ft up in the air...well, okay, maybe 12ft.  But it's like a humid day...no matter the actual measurement, you're really as high as you feel...

Our little shop used to be a quiet, pale yellow with faded green and red trim.  We were quite overwhelmed by the large, historic theater to the south and a beauty salon (Glitz'nGlamour!) with Wildcat Purple flower boxes and excessively grease painted windows (Jelly Nails for Mom only 8.99!) to our north.  (What the hey are Jelly Nails!?!)

Now, thanks to my persistent, if not professional paint job, we stick out like a sore thumb...

You won't be able to miss us!

Comments

[Gettysburg Mom]

It looks like a big paint- by-number! :)

[Cathy]

You're a brave woman to be up there on that ladder!

[Stricken]

I can't wait to see your shop when I'm back in Kansas! (Don't you just get sick to death of Wildcat Purple everywhere?)
I don't know what jelly nails are either, but I don't think I'd let anyone who only charges nine bucks for a nail service go poking things at my hands 0_0