You know how it is when you really don't like something, but you try to make it work anyway? One of two things happens then: you either get over it, or every time you look at the something you get cranky. There's been a whole lot of cranky around here over the color of the bathroom. So today I started repainting it.
The difference is startling, right?! If you look really, really hard at the right side of the photo you can see the old blue color on the bottom versus the new blue color on the top. I know, I know, it's almost the same color. Almost. But not exactly. Enough so that I'm not cranky anymore. Oh, and I'm leaving the bottom half of the walls the old color because soon--I mean, eventually--that will be covered up with beadboard.
I know I've been talking a lot lately about the bathroom, but I haven't forgotten about the outside of the house. I made some progress on scraping paint yesterday and today, too.
Amazing, isn't it? Why, if I make that much progress every day I'll be done in only...another 27 weeks or so. That electrical line stringing across the back of the house down to the fixture in the window is lovely, isn't it? At least I spared y'all the view of the back yard, which still looks pretty much like it did a month ago when Flint and Charlie tore up the old patio.
I'm hoping to get my motivation back real soon. Like before November 18th, when my building permit runs out....