We moved in and accomplished something we had never done in our 20 or so years of marriage. We bought a gallon of paint. Five days later, the stock market tanked. We put the paint away. About a year later, I got it back out and began to fight with wall paper borders. In my humble opinion, wall paper should be outlawed right along with recyclable plastic bottles that have that bad stuff in 'em. Through sheer force of will, I prevailed. In fact, I got so fancy that I walked into the bathroom, saw wall paper beginning to peel and.... You know what they say about pride? I should have known better.
|it only hurts when I look at it|
By noon the next day, I was at the hospital with a right leg in 3 pieces.
You think I would have learned. Fraidy cats don't do renovations. Unless, of course, she is a fraidy cat that has decided that friady cats don't live here anymore. Then, she eventually picks herself up and starts charging full speed ahead just like Don Quixote heading for the windmills.
|what was I thinking|
|pantry in the dining room|
Well, I've started it now. The doors and hardware are off. The sink wall cabinets are cleaned, sanded, and primed. I keep telling myself it will be worth it in another year or so when all this is done. I have no choice but to put on the high gloss and rip out more wall paper. I'm going to do that right after I write Martha Stewart and Ree Drummond. I've got some pictures I think they need to see. Maybe I can get a reality show. Fraidy Cat's Guide to Home Reno.