The kitchen is totally torn apart…by me. I’m looking at it wondering if I’ll ever be able to finish it and put it all back together? I won’t if I stay here writing instead of working on it.
My husband was gone all last week, he came back last night to see it for the first time. He gave me a fake smile and said he loved it! Haha, well I kind of painted a swimming pool kitchen. I’m just tired of the kitchen being so dark, the whole downstairs is dark and I love LIGHT.
The last painting fiasco was when I tried to paint the bathroom downstairs to give it some color and everyone hated it. My mom asked me every time I talked to her if I re-painted it yet? Finally the plumbing went out on that part of the house so I had the whole bathroom re-done from mish-mosh ’70’s to modern. We have one part of the downstairs stepped up to the millennial.
Those are my hopes for the kitchen, that this will lead to new countertops/floors/trash compactor and it will all come together somehow? I pieced the bathroom together slowly, hired someone to do all the work while I just shopped for everything.
With the boys finally gone, this house is actually too big for us. I still look at smaller houses, can’t decide where I want to live when I grow up? I doubt we’d sell this house, it would be a great rental property.
Somehow I’m going to have to transform myself from paint all over me to a gown for a gala in Newport this weekend. I know, I should have just paid someone to do this job but I’m too cheap and the bids were really high. Besides, I needed a project.
I should mention the spray gun came, it took me a little while to figure out the mixture ratio. When I finally did get it to put the primer on, I had put too much water in it and it got runny after I sprayed it. It was just the primer, not a big deal. I’ll have it down by the time I start spraying the color on it.
At least it’s all prepped for a slam dunk from here, it shouldn’t actually take me too much longer to do this besides dry time. It’ll take me forever to put everything back.