Tuesday, April 2, 2013

NASAL SPRAY REHAB ANYONE?


"My name is Ash Hansen and I'm addicted to nasal spray." I repeat this mantra 3 times in my head as I toss and turn in the night, restless from my lack of oxygen. Another cold!? Seriously? I guess that's what I get for working at a doctors office. The bottle says not to use more than 3 days in a row, and no more than every 12 hours. Ok so maybe I'm on day 4. And maybe I use about 3 times a day, but is there any worse feeling in the world than not being able to breath through both nostrils?? Childbirth-shmilebirth. I need fresh air in my schnoz! 
I finally give into temptation and around 4am. I decide there is no substitute for a good night's sleep when you have to be up in 4 hours. And my congestion pills were just not cutting it; especially when I have the option of instant relief. So it's been 10 hours since my last hit and I'm currently suffering with one clogged nasal passage. As long as the other one stays clear, I think I'll be able to stay clean and sober.  

Meanwhile it's been raining for 2 days here, which means no painting for me. Luckily I have some other projects that don't need paint that I can work on. Like two string art projects inspired by this piece on vintagerevivals.com



And I'm working on an Ikea renovation on this piece that Spencer and I bought this weekend to act as a buffet table to go behind our dining table: 
We turned this piece on its side, and bought some small legs from Lowes to raise it a little so it doesn't look so bottom heavy. I'm also toying with the idea of adding a glass top with some fun wallpaper under it to give it some color. Here are some similar table tops to help give you an idea of what I'm talking about: 



And if anyone knows where in the heck to get cheap baskets/crates to go on the shelves of that piece, holla at your girl. Ikea can't convince me to spend $15 a basket. I mean $60 just on baskets {I need 4}! Dream on Sweden. Dream on. 


2 comments:

  1. Man I don't know how you use nasal spray. I hate that stuff!

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    1. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

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