Lending a Hand

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There's a type of quiet that accompanies my days and I'm learning to accept the fact that my married and married-with-kids friends might oftentimes be unavailable.  And that's why I sometimes forget to ask for help.  By nature of my singleness, I'm used to doing a lot of things on my own, whether I like it or not.  But I'm so thankful when someone nearby offers a hand because it makes whatever project you're working on that much more enjoyable.  At that point it becomes less about accomplishing a task, but more about the camaraderie in the process. And so, I am thankful for my dad.

When I was growing up, my dad was a professional painter (well, as his side job).  He has painted many a house.  Although he doesn't do that anymore, he knows the skill.  And so when I finally admitted to him that I was going to paint an entire room, he asked a few questions, and then decided to accompany me to the store to make sure the proper supplies were obtained.

"That roller isn't good enough."  (pause)
"That brush is too cheap." (long pause)
"I have that already, put that back."
"You have to prime because you're taking wallpaper down."  (pause)
"Let me see that roller again."
And in the end, he decided to come over and help me out.  I'm so thankful because after such a long week, and after the amount of prep involved (wait until the next post), I was glad to hear that someone would be coming over to help after all.

Happy Crafting,


  1. Yea for Dad! I could have used him when painting the girls rooms. :) Lucky girl to have such a nice Dad.

  2. It sounds great. I once helped a friend to paint and decorate her room -- people tends to think I know how to paint walls because I studied Fine Arts and know how to oil paint. I think your dad would have been proud of us, we checked roller and brush several times till we got the right ones.
    That room turned out pretty well. Can't wait to see yours! :-)

  3. Sounds like you have a very special dad! I don't care what anyone says, painting can be a daunting job....best of luck!

  4. Aww..daddy taking care of his baby. :) My dad was a drywall finisher and I, along with my brother, worked with him all our teenage years. (Seriously- ALL of them...from 13-19, I was the paint and drywall queen.) I can't smell drywall or paint without having fond memories of growing up. ALL that mushy stuff to say, even though I'm married and now have a kid, if I lived near you I would TOTALLY help you paint your room. I like it. And I'm pretty darned good at it, too. Can't wait to see the pics!

  5. Dads are priceless. We can learn so much from them. Before I met Jim, my dad always had a daddy-to-do list!


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