the only thing worse than painting a room with double vaulted ceilings a shade of blue verging on black is painting it back white when you move out. happily it only took one coat and a few touch ups because i splurged for the pricey paint. this past weekend also included a lively poker night, replete with red wine and white russians, to make up for the three days of painting. yes this means i’m back to documenting the near past, but this summer’s festivities aren’t done being cataloged, so the next post will jump back in time again.