Finally

I spent all day yesterday, Saturday, working in my kitchen.  To be more specific, I was painting all day.  About a year ago Chris redid my kitchen counter and backsplash with tile.  I think he did a wonderful job.  It's beautiful.  When he did that I began to paint the kitchen white from the light gray that it was.  I only got a little bit done and the rest has sat all this time, complete with blue prep tape.  Talk about the ability to stop seeing what was right in front of me.  Ugh.  So yesterday I started to paint at 5 a.m.  It took all day and three coats but a major portion of the kitchen is now finished.  It looks so much better.  I still have some  wall space and the ceiling to do but the ceiling will have to wait as I have a really hard time painting above my head.  I'll need to bribe some of my kiddos to help me.  The remaining wall will be done later in the week.  I think I will go out today and look for some new wall decorations.  

I am a terrible painter.  I can't use a roller to save my life so I always use a brush.  What takes some people a day will take me a week or longer.  It's pathetic.   However, I am still proud of myself for getting this thing in motion again after all this time.  Poor Chris he does this wonderful thing for me and I don't even bother to finish the makeover.  Oh well, live and learn, and hopefully improve.

I watched an episode of Hoarders this morning.  Not only do I want to finish my kitchen make over, I want to organize, and clean every little nook and cranny of my house.  I want to get rid of everything I don't use or need which I'm sure is overkill  What a motivator that show is.