Argyle Patterns

Once upon a time, I lived in Missouri. It was not so long ago. I went to school there, and I enjoyed it. While I was there, I had a friend. (Again, a shocker, I know.) This friend was slightly older than me. Ok, we was really older than me...she had kids that were about my age. (Why is it that I have a lot of friends that are so much older than me? Oh well.) 

Anyway, I had this friend. She had a project. She wanted to paint every room in her entire house. Her painting ambitions included painting the living room, bathroom, all the kids' rooms, the dining room....I could go on and on. There was a lot of painting going on in that place. And her painting wasn't just one coat-one color painting. No....this was intense painting. There were vertical stripes and horizontal stripes and there was even one room that she was painting with an argyle pattern. 

I helped her some with the painting. I really do like to paint. But after a while, I thought my arm was going to fall off. That woman must have had crazy strong arm muscles to be painting every day like that. End the end, it looked really nice, so I guess all that hard work paid off. Just don't ask me to do it. Unless I move to DuPage....