In which I add a Ken to the collection...

The mini-meltdown from yesterday, known only to it's truest extent by Lurker Traci, and redrhonda, subsided quietly. In the span of an evening I made a full, swift, and miraculous recovery, when Melly called. The paint sprayer was working, and she was bringing her husband (who *adores* painting like a needle in his eye) down to the shop to paint miles of ceilings. Twelve foot tall ceilings. And a good three-plus feet of wall before the bead board starts. I had heard her mention her husband before, but without a face to go with the name, it just didn't stick... I'm pretty fragile lately upstairs. His name is Ken, which I immediately swapped to 'Kenny', just to have a set... 'cuz now I'm way into collecting Kennys. Other women's Kennys. It's a pretty sweet collection if I may say so myself. This is what this one can do:

This man single-handedly prepped and painted four rooms and a hallway. Melly did help. I attempted to stay out of the way. I did not attempt to shut up. It can not be done. I will not fight my destiny to be a jabber jaws. Anyways, after about, oh say, ten? Was it ten, Melly? I'm going with ten- yes, TEN hours of painting, using ten GALLONS of paint, it is finished. And it is pretty. Exactly the shade of blue the sky was over our little corner of Indiana at about 5:30 this evening, before the light began to dim, and the blue shaded to a deeper grey. Gorgeous. Kenny, however, was a different sort of pretty... like, Smurf-pretty. A little somethin' like this:

The man is a saint, no, make that a Saint. Any man who can be on a ladder in a stuffy, fume-filled building for a complete stranger for All. Day. definitely deserves the capital S. Saint. And he did it for the love of a woman. His woman, Melissa. They are added to my small but growing list of persons to whom I am indebted for "the store that love built". This is really happening. No bank financing, no loan, no monies from rich relatives... just people helping out a crazy woman with a passion for knitting and beautiful fabric. How indulged and spoiled rotten I feel this very moment. I can't thank Ken and Melly enough for devoting a whole, long, arduous day to helping me find my dream. Thank you both. You're the most beautiful blue people I've ever seen.

And now, for Lurker Traci,(who I am shocked to find reading not only my blog, but Bill's/Boris's blog as well... sneaky Tricksies she is) I will post a photo of my love, or rather, his shaved head. He took these pics his very own self, trying to 'emote' or some such thing...

he's a bit blurry, but it's a pretty accurate representation of 'bald Bill' at the moment. I am exhausted just from watching work happen today, and so am off to bed. And, yes, we did 'visit the Pope' at Bucca's(to answer Jen)... eggplant Parmesan...mmmm. Cami