This past Saturday, my mom and sister came over to help us paint our living room. They showed up wearing this:
I know you're all jealous that we have such stylish painters to assist us, but don't fret! Simply raid the nearest thrift store or the rejected clothes pile in your closet that hasn't seen the light of day since 1991 and you, too, can look just as stunning with a foam roller as the two models above.
I would have gotten in the photo myself for a family photo-opp (we call ourselves Lucy, Ethel, and Ethel Jr.), except my outfit didn't exactly measure up: high school swim team hoodie and jeans? It was sadly under-dramatic compared to those of my genetic counterparts.
As for what they were helping us paint, well, that's a post for another day. Mainly because we didn't finish. This is partly because we spent too much time laughing and partly because we found a dead bird upstairs.
But that's a post for another day, too. :)