I'm pleased as punch to have finally finished the painting in the kitchen! It's only been three years of procrastinating for only a few hours of work. Mental note, next time, just get 'er done! Front room accent wall is done too, just a little more painting in the hallway and I'm done! Pat, pat, pat...pat myself on the back.
Feeling victorious, I decided to take on the bookcase that I've been wanting to paint since the day I brought it home from the thrift store "last night". "Last night" as in the way my three year old explains time. Example: "That Valentine's party we had last night was fun." Apparently, I need years to complete simple painting tasks. 'Nuff said.
Smartly, I used child labor encouraged my childrens' creative side and they primed the bookshelf while I primed the kitchen walls. And they did a good job! My little guy there had the whole side done in no time at all. Maybe I should employ their help more often?
I thought and I thought and I thunk some more and finally, thanks to my friends fun color choice, found a color for the bookcase. What does one call it? Chartreuse? Yellow-green? Grellow? At first, I wasn't so sure of it since at night it was kindly referred to as neon-pickle colored.
oooo! neon pickle!
Stay tuned to find out what I did do with this neon pickle shelf. Dun, dun, duuuunnnn.
I love to craft. I have three young children and they like to demand. Together, we meet their needs, wants and just plain spoil day in and day out. But, late at night, after the kids are asleep, Mama slips downstairs and works on her never ending list of projects. And they make me happy and that my friends, is what I'm all about.