Thank you. Thank you very much.
I am done with the kitchen. Finito. Fertig. Fini. Terminado. And I’m pleased with the end result.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s taking some getting used to. I tend to stick with beiges but I wanted to break out of the boring-color-cycle. It’s bright but soft. And a heckuva lot better than ivy-laced wallpaper.
Internet, do not hang wallpaper if you ain’t stayin’ for a long long time. I can guarantee there are only 25 other people in the country who like the same wallpaper as you. Don’t do it. The next owner will thank you.
Here is the before:
And here is the after:
Ta-da! Completely different, no? The best part is you don’t have to play Where’s Waldo with my decorative plates. They are plain as day now. Fabulous.
I’d like to thank Mom for helping me take down part of the wall paper. And the hubs for helping to sand this beast. And for rolling 17% of the walls. But I’d especially like to thank my hands – no, my fingers, for getting me through this makeover. Without you fingers, I’d be no where. And I’m so so sorry that I abused you. I mean that. From the bottom of my heart.
And doggins, I’m sorry you’ve had to eat breakfast in the dining room for the past month. But there was no way I was letting the BDD linger in the kitchen because she would find a rogue piece of wallpaper and consume it.
Now, if I start talking about wanting to paint something again, slap me. I need a break. This was a huge effort and my body, my mind and likely the hubs all hated at some point. No more painting. At least for a year. Or two. Hell, let’s make it three.