Ok, so I'm crazy. And this is what my dining room wall looks like right now.
After years of meaning to put a mural on that wall, and "knowing just what it should look like" but not having a specific image, I have boldly stepped out into space and started painting on the wall. It will reveal itself. John is away for three days. As he left for the airport, he was nervously amused that I was painting the upper half of a freshly primed wall blue. That was the easy part. I'm going in stages here, and today's stage was geology. I'm not crazy about the green mountain to the center right, but it's growing on me. If ever in my life I had a chance to move a mountain, today's the day!
Tomorrow, we shall make the vegetation...
In the morning, my gal-pals will come over, and they are kind enough not to laugh. They are more talented than I. I'm just crazy enough to paint on my wall without a clue (or training). Can you tell? Tee hee.
This is actually very fun, and what's the worst that could happen? If it reeks, and it won't, I can just paint over it.
