Don't get me wrong the new place has LOTS of things I love about it. The old cast iron tub has really cool lines, the yard is a blessing, and the big windows (especially the one right above the kitchen sink) let so much light in. We just can't wait to show everyone what was hidden all this time.
We have done a majority of the demolition work this weekend. Remember when I stated " I can't wait to start painting", well I am over it already. Where is that magic paint elf? I like picking out the colors, seeing the rooms transform, and decorating. Painting would not be so bad if I wasn't a messy painter.
When making a quick stop at the grocery store after painting our master bedroom I was getting looks of horror. I was questioning why everyone was giving me such strange looks. Not wanting to waste anytime I didn't change out of my painting gear, which is a lovely pair of jeans that have ripped knees and my husbands bright blue t-shirt, I thought maybe this was the reason.
Quickly, through the help of the cars visor mirror, I realized why the stares. My face had freckles made out of white ceiling paint, my neck looked like it was bitten by a paint vampire, and my hair was like Frankenstein's wife. I should just roll myself in paint and then roll myself against a wall .. it would really help save time by skipping a couple of steps.
So If I am not updating my blog as often it's more than likely that I am suffocating myself with paint fumes. These are just a few of the before pictures. I didn't want to overwhelm anyone.
I promise to post more of the yard that the kids keep wanting to play in. The evil weather here (raining everyday since Sunday) is stopping them from playing in the sandbox and is slowing the paint drying process.
Oh and if anyone did find that magic paint elf please send him our way ... I think he was using a GPS that told him to take a right when it meant left.