Return of The Junkin’ Queen is the feel-good story of the year. Brought to you by Sherwin Williams. The same people who brought you the blockbuster hits Mindful Grey, 100 shades of Greige, and made Joanna Gaines a star on HGTV…
Daughters of DIY! Of Broken! My Sisters! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of women fails, when we forsake our blogging friends, Pinterest, DIY network, HGTV and break all bonds of fellowship
by ordering a brand new kitchen, hiring a painter, and carpenter. But it is not this day. An hour of kids swarming like wolves and shattered willpower when the age of Women comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand! Women of the North, South, East, and West!
I wanted to give up. Truly. I thought about it. Pinterest, my arch nemesis, a Fixer Upper marathon, and a long string of DIY failures too painful to mention here (again) had this middle-aged, Midwestern housewife thinking about hanging up her DIY blogging spurs. I felt washed up, a has been. Like Val Kilmer. All I needed were the pictures of me during our last family vacation in Jacksonville, FL to go viral. I was in a dark place.Well, really, I was in my laundry room. Unfinished. With a bad paint job, pickled oak, and laminate. Doing laundry for 8 people. Every. Single. Day. It’s my version of hell. Get thee behind me, you Satan! I survived my place of punishment. Because I’m no quitter. I think having my 6th child at the ripe-old rusty-and-crusty age of 43 proves that.I’m not trying to brag but I come from a strong-willed and headstrong clan. We are pioneers, homesteaders, and trailblazers. Some of us even made it through grad school. That bad experience with Chalk Paint wasn’t enough to break my spirit. Although spray painting my old brass hinges Oil Rubbed Bronze and watching them peel brought me very, very close. There is a saying where I come from: “You can always tell a Denham. You just can’t tell em’ much.” I guess I should have listened when Big Chris said things like: “Are you sure you want to do that this week? We’re kinda busy.” or “Maybe you should hire a painter. I don’t mind.” I digress.When my initial attempts to paint my cabinets didn’t turn out looking like DIY cover I imagined, I was not discouraged. I went over the details about painting mistakes I made during my first attempt in this post. I also scoured the interwebs for a cure for my peeling hinges. Nicole Curtis, a crockpot, and self-etching primer is all I needed. I didn’t give up. That’s just not my style. My style is Rustic Refined-Cottage-Farmhouse-Junkin’ Queen. You’re welcome.When I strolled into Sherwin Williams wielding my 30% off coupon, they knew I meant business (and I have 6 kids so I’m cheap). They also knew I didn’t want to ruin my cabinets again. Because I told them that, like, 100 times. Dan, my local SW manager, sold me on their premium wood and wall primer. It’s a latex high-end primer. It’s sands to a super smooth finish. He even carried the paint to my car. I think he was trying to get rid of me.Or maybe it was my 4-year-old, August. His nickname pays homage to our Midwestern heritage. We call him “Mister Twister” because everywhere he goes it looks like a tornado hit. He is living proof that red-hair and being very fertile runs in my family. Unfortunately, for all the men that work at the paint store, he had just wolfed down my food bribe in the parking lot. I bought him a Gatorade and a candy bar in the checkout aisle, from the Walmart right across the street. He was running around the store trying to play hide and seek and yelling “Here I am, Mommy! Come and get me!” I didn’t. I let him make friends with the blue-hairs looking at the paint chips. I am that Mom.All the trouble I went through was worth it. I’m calling this stuff “Jesus paint” because its going to resurrect my cabinets. That devil in the form of 90’s Oak is being exorcised from my house. It’s getting biblical around here, people! I’m working on my laundry room reveal (for the last 3-6 months). Can’t wait to show it to you. Because that means I’m finally done. Sighs.