In the beginning....many moons ago....we moved into a very white house. EVERY room (except for one baby blue one upstairs) was painted HIGH GLOSS WHITE or was textured with a disastorously pointy finish. We had a teeny babe...who we knew would someday walk and may fall into the wall, and be severly injured by the very strange plaster finish.
Seriously, we were scared to walk near the wall for fear of tetanus or severly snagged sweaters.
We scraped and sanded all the pointy walls....and was that a job. Yes it was.
THEN came the fun part....PAINT. COLOR. VARIETY. We'd lived in apartments through college and they were all some shade of white or blah. Years in that environment make a girl crave color. LOTS of color.
This much color. I loved it. I still love it. But it's time for a change. I think. I don't know. What do you think? NO NO, it's time for a change. A beautiful, restful, calm, change.
OOhh...might that be the change there on the wall? It might.
Look how pretty it looks with the family rules signs back there.....
and yes, I know that window needs something...I'm workin' on it.
Oh and it looks pretty with the bookcases back there....
Curse you Martha and all your pretty colors....
To give a little perspective....the night I painted our dining room red my first little guy, Marshall, learned to walk. It was quite a night.....walking baby and red dining room. Good thing we scraped those walls, huh?
See, he still has all his beautiful skin intact. ;-) Seven years later.
And in case you're wondering, no, the kitchen is not done. This is how I work....like a scattery scatterbrain. I mean, really, ten projects is WAY better than one. ;-)
Jen@Notes From the Heartland
Hi! My name is Jen, mom of two boys... yin and yang. Wife of super triathlete. Signpainter, who still uses a paintbrush. DIY'er, whose house is the victim in a constant quest to define "my style". Gardener, who plants too much and "puts up" till the cows come home. On a mission to find a little peaceful serenity in 2014.