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Better.

The other day was rough.

I vented.

I feel better now.

It helps that the kitchen color rocked my socks off. Like blew my mind, amazing! Just seeing the new color on the kitchen walls, makes everything seem so much better.

Two coats of paint are done in the kitchen, and all I have left is the edging. I am gambling with this house and not taping off the ceiling or anything else for that matter. Quite frankly I don't have the time to tape off a gazillion rooms.

So far feehanding the edging is working out, and let's face it, when was the last time you sat at someones house having coffee and thinking to yourself, "Man, they really didn't do a very good job edging!"

I really hope you answered, "Never!"

I digress.

The kitchen looks amazing, Benjamin Moore Revere Pewter.

In other news, I started priming the cabinets. Sorry Grandma, I am painting them for sure.
I have known all along I wanted white cabinets. Hate me if you want, wait, no, please don't. I can't help it, it's what I want. I was a little nervous about finally going for it though. I have reservations about painting something in good condition, but it's done now.

The floors will be wood, and the countertops will be butcher block, so I think the white cabinets will be a great contrast.

Boom! Consider your minds blown.

Ok, maybe not yet, but you will. Trust me.

Anyone else up to renovation projects, big or small? Let me hear it! Thanks for stopping by!

 

 

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  1. Oh I have so many times looked at others wall to ceiling paint and said, "who painted that?" Then I remembered I did.
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  2. Go for the white cabinets, you'll love them!

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