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Never ask me to paint your house.

So Mi Madre decided to remodel our yoga studio a little while ago, internet, and today was Paint Day.

Before Paint Day, I thought that I was pretty good at painting.

I thought wrong. 

We had Mamma Mia, my Padre, my roommate Varenka, another studio employee, and Bob the Builder (the remodeling guy) in to help with stage one of the painting. Varenka and I were assigned a new set of shelving to prime for painting, while the rest of the crew were spackling, taping, and painting the rest of the space.

Varenka and I looked at each other.

Shelving? we thought. Easy peasy. 

We were so wrong.

Maman, fearlessly painting without a tapeline.

Maman, fearlessly painting without a tapeline.

Me, emulating MIchelango.

Me, emulating MIchelango.

It turns out that Varenka and I are horribly inept at painting, which is funny, because I have a degree in Studio Art and I SPENT MOST OF THAT TIME PAINTING. 

However, Art painting and painting painting are apparently not at all alike.

Art painting you can splash some contrasting colors on a ripped canvas smothered in a mixture of baby oil and chicken feathers and call it a day.

Painting painting you have to actually pay attention to.

Varenka and I spend a whole hour with our entire torsos shoved into these shelving units poking around with paintbrushes while everyone else in the room apparently magicked the paint flawlessly onto the walls.

After about two hours of this, at which point Varenka and I had essentially finished nothing and the rest of the room was essentially done, Bob the Builder took pity on us and casually mentioned that we could use a paint roller.

It still took us another hour to finish the damn thing.

Not cleanly.

Not well.

But we finished. 


Notice the flawlessly painted walls surrounding the mess we made. 

It then took both of us another hour to clean off the paint which had bonded with our skin at a subatomic level. I still have paint clinging to me in places I do not care to mention.

I guess at the end of the day we both felt that us being in the studio that day was slightly more helpful then us not being in the studio, which is something.


I’m probably hungover.

In the very likely event that I’ll be hungover tomorrow, I’m writing this post in advance. It’s somewhat funny that people my age celebrate our most illustrious moments getting drunk as skunks at the local watering hole, but there you have it.

In real life, among other things, I work at my mom’s yoga and pilates studio teaching yoga, so today marks the inpouring of the holiday “this is the year I get fit” crowd. Thank you in advance, useless resolution making tradition, for making the next few weeks at the studio some of the busiest and best. I’m sure we will get the usual crowd of uncharacteristically motivated people in today to buy class packs that they will never complete.

You want it? Work for it.

You want it? Work for it.

Mum had planned to close the studio today, but 6 or 7 students asked her to host a class to ring in the new year. I’m betting 2 of them, maybe, actually come. People have a funny way of convincing themselves that they will do exercise in the near future. Yeah right. I find the longer a student’s fitspiration board is on Pinterest, the less likely they are to come in for all ten classes on their class pack.

Don’t let my cynicism convince you that I don’t care about my students, because I well and truly do. I have taught some of the most inspirational, hard working, down-on-their-luck-and-pulling-themselves-out-of-the-hole people I’ve ever met in the past year, and I’ll be damned if watching some of those people do yoga hasn’t completely brightened my day on more then one occasion. I’m just sick of watching people (and I’m being hypocritical here) start things that they don’t complete, especially with fitness.

Hopefully this is the year one of those resolutioners proves me wrong.

Credit to Alex Edelman for the beautiful photo.