This weeks project was painting my bedroom and bathroom. Before, it resembled the color of diarrhea. Today it is a beautiful mucus color. Diarrhea to mucus in 2 1/2 days. Who cares if I have callus's all over my hands and it hurts to look up. (BTW: painting the ceiling is the devil!) I killed it! All. By. Myself.
I can now say that I have painted every single room in my entire house. Some more than once. Okay, I have to give major props to my mom because she helped me a ton in this area. Last year when we painted Stella's room, she pretty much took that one on alone. I also should say that Gage is always willing to help me but I usually don't let him. He moves like a turtle and I move like lightning. Plain and simple. In the words of the incredibly inspiring Bachelor winner, Courtney, (hopefully you are sensing my sarcasm) "I don't do anything half ass."
Here is a picture of all the paint I have acquired over the years:
|Don't worry, that's my garage.|
Lots of blood, sweat, and sore muscles went into those paint cans. I don't even need the gym. Painting is a poor girls elliptical.
Now, I need your help. When we moved into our house I painted the kitchen cabinets. Go figure. They are orange. Well, like burnt orange. I still like them but you might not. Let's say (hypothetically) we wanted to sell our house. Soon. Would you buy a house with orange cabinets?