When you can feel your hair curl

I feel like the queen of procrastination when it comes to projects. I've been meaning to paint my front door for weeks. However, the weather has not been favorable for paint to dry. Or hair to stay straight for that matter. I don't know why I bothered straightening my hair today to go in public because I could feel it bush and curl upon my head.

It was misty rainy this morning, but my parents and I are not ones to let that distract us from a trip to Home Depot. Roses like these tempt you to buy them, but I'm sure mine would literally wilt in comparison. No, I bought peach trees. Yes, seriously. Peach trees. We'll see if I get peaches in a few years. 

Mom finally decided she wanted a letter, but dad decided it need to be painted two tone like their shutters. For the life of me, I don't know why they chose that hideous brownish green. It's a natural color. Like the natural color that comes after digestion. And the paint was so thick that it was terribly hard to paint the vine that Mom requested. 

I now have a stencil I created for any more welcome signs. I much prefer painting the numbers.