So I spent my entire weekend painting. And as longtime blog readers probably know, if there is something I hate more than painting, it's...no. There is nothing I hate more than painting.
Top Five Things Amy Hates:
5) Raw onions
4) Corked wine
3) Movies where children or animals die
On Saturday I painted the boys' bathroom. Like, the whole thing. By myself! This gigantic personal accomplishment, however, was slightly underwhelming in the end because I painted a white bathroom a...slightly different shade of white. In person, I swear it makes a HUGE difference. (Especially since I sort-of suspect that the white "paint" the previous owners used was actually just primer, as I don't think anybody sells a shade called "Mental Institution Lightbulb Whitey-White.") But it certainly doesn't make for very exciting before/after pictures. Also, it's a damn bathroom.
Check out the new towel bar! It's from Homé Depöt! I bought it because it was a towel bar.
(Towels are from Ikea. Prints are from here. I love them, but my children do not read them. At all. EVER.)
Then we painted all the hallways and staircases, and that was even MORE exciting because we painted them the same color. This bold interior decorating decision was made because "wall scuffs that have probably been there since we moved in" is a really passé trend that I am just so over.
THEN we painted the living room. This crazy burst of progress was made possible because we bribed some friends with pizza and beer in exchange for manual labor, which is the best kind of bribe for the best kind of friends.
Noah also helped. For practically free! We didn't even have to give him any beer! Kid has no idea how to bargain.
Whatever. I love it and can't stop talking about how much I love it and how much I wish we'd just up and painted it ages ago, like what's our lazy-ass DAMAGE, yo? This wasn't so bad, especially since we pawned most of the annoying parts off on somebody else. Think they'd come back again and paint my office? I will go as high as pizza, beer and Velveeta dip, if I have to.
(I promise that the stepladder will be removed from the corner at some point in mid-2014.)
Though FOR THE RECORD, thanks to Noah's offer to also serve as the project's photographer, I do have documentation that I did actually paint and participate. In the form of like, 300 identical photos of my ass, in various stages of blurriness.
So glam, so unshowered, and so beautifully coordinated with that stupid ankle brace. I am a goddamned walking (limping) lifestyle inspiration.