If you follow Sherry and John over at Young House Love, than you know that they have recently moved into some new diggs and you may have seen their recent post on how they went from this:
Their blog post about their (still in progress) living room's transition from white walls with dark wood trim to gray walls with white trim was so inspiring to me that I actually wrote them a thank you letter.
Not because they have great technique…which they do. Not because they have amazing taste…which they do. Not even because I'm a total blog stalker that really just wishes we could all be friends and raise our kids and pets together…which I do.
Rather I wrote to them because of these quotes from their post:
What is it about certain annoying home improvement jobs that make you want to ugly-cry while doing them but happy-cry when you’re done? Talk about roller-coaster emotions. In the end, we never regret them, and we’re happy we got ‘er done. We’re just not ready to “do them all over again” the next day or anything. Haha…
…By coat number three it was around 7pm (thanks to a lot of blog, Clara, and food breaks among other things) and that’s when we realized that it wasn’t going to be a three-coat process like we thought. It was going to take four full coats to cover that dark dark trim. Boo to the hoo. There may have been a temper tantrum (not by Clara) but no actual tears were shed (which I consider to be a semi-mature response to such devastating news). But we pressed on…
…We love the color, and plan to use it for the rest of the trim in the house. When we finally work up the energy to tackle a project like that again in a few years. Har har.
You see…way back in September of 2009(!) my husband and I embarked on a mission to re-do our bedroom. We went from this:
Over a span of THREE WEEKS!!!! You see, our son was only three months at the time and his idea of a nap was about 20 minutes (give or take 10 minutes or so) which meant that there was pretty much only 60 minutes a day when more than one person was available to attend to this project. It was by far, the most exhausting, the most frustrating and the most hair-pulling-ly annoying project we have ever taken on in our home. All because of one cute-little non-napper.
So, when Sherry and John were so open and honest about the trials and tribulations they went through to get their paint up on the walls and trim of their new home with a baby in the mix, I truly appreciated reading about it. No longer was I going to feel guilty for not finishing this bedroom re-do project even though it has been 15 months since we started it. Because now I have the validation that even for the most hardy DIYers, painting the walls and trim of a room with a baby in the mix is just. plain. a. pain.
What projects in your homes have been thrown to the wayside because of your kid obligations?
Proud as a peacock? Are peacocks really proud? The peacocks at the zoo look kind of angry; sometimes curious and bored, a little frisky at times, but mostly angry. Probably because all these dang people keep chasing them around, may have a little something to do with it. But they are gorgeous, incandescent and surreally vivid in a Tim Burton film sort-of-way. My artist friend commented that she wish she could be brave enough to paint her kitchen in those incandescent colors. Maybe knowing that he is the only one who can pull off such strong beauty is the reason that peacock is so proud.
We shouldn’t be afraid of colors. Every time we walk into our living room we should be proud of the color on the walls—even if it frightens our guests.