I rallied this weekend and painted the kitchen and living room walls. No small task with 5 kids. Our only “snafu” came at the end during clean-up. Augie tried to paint my wood floors yellow with the roller:( It is amazing what a little paint can do to transform a room (or floor:-/). The grey was depressing. It looks amazing. If I do say so myself. I just did. I am going to make a prediction. Grey is going to be the new avocado green and shag carpet. Don’t do it. Friends don’t let friends choose grey. I chose a color called Restrained Gold. It’s a soft, livable yellow by Sherwin Williams. The home I grew up in was painted a similar color.
It is really hard to pace myself when it comes to projects. Really, really hard. I love painting and fixing things up. It’s like therapy to me. Looking online at the countless DIY blogs…I know I’m not alone. I grew up in old farmhouses that were never done and we were ALWAYS working on something. Our first farm was a pre-Civil War farm home. Just a little bit of a “fixer upper.” My childhood and teen years were spent watching my Dad and his latest project. It’s in my blood. I love taking a home, fixing it up, and making it mine. It’s hard though because, well, I’m a little busy;)
We go out to my Dad and Step-Mom’s farm a couple of times a month. In fact, many of the pictures on my blog are from his farm. After 20 years and tons of hard work…it’s finally done. My Dad jokes and says now that he’s done he’ll die and the new owners will say: “Wow! That guy sure did good work!” I am happy to announce my Dad is in great health and will be around to enjoy his hard work with his wife for a long time. It’s just a reminder to me that my parents home took 20 years to finish. So when I’m frustrated that I got the walls done, and now it’s obvious EVERY wall in the house needs painted too, I can remind myself that it takes time to get it right. Maybe even 20 years!