This morning, I finished rolling the walls with the 2nd coat of "Cloud White".
So I thought I'd get started on the door.
This is my "holy crap" shot. It's that early moment where I get that sinking feeling in my stomach because I can't go back to the way it was. I'm in it now. And this was really dark red into it.
The first coat went on well. But it's so awfully streaky. I forgot how bad the red looked at this point when we painted the front of the door a few years ago. Thankfully, right now I can just open it to reassure myself the back won't look this way forever.
Since we're sick of piling up our jackets on a chair in the living room, I thought I'd use my NEW DRILL to put the shelves and hooks back up.
|Back in business|
Steve helped me by holding the shelf while I lined up the screws to the holes and drilled it in. Now, he and I can work together well, but we readily admit to almost getting a divorce over assembling furniture from Ikea. (We'd so never win The Amazing Race)
The shelf was heavy. And it was impossible for me to find the old holes when the shelf was up in place. It was touch and go for a minute. Until finally a screw caught and I quickly (and oh so easily) drilled it in. Afterward, he said, "Imagine what would have happened if you didn't have that drill." Oh. Yeah.
Here's a shot from the staircase looking outside...it's kinda what I get to see when I'm standing in the kitchen:
Ok, so I'm loving the white walls. The ceiling never looked so high. I'm definitely loving the red door, too. But the wood? The mirror frame? Not loving those. Gotta go back to my inspiration and figure out a way to make them work...in a kid-friendly way.
But before I do that, I just want to enjoy thinking about how far we've come:
Yikes! Wow. I'm impressed. I did that?