Consider this an appendices to the milestone 2.
Our kitchen was boring. At least after we stripped the children’s wallpaper and metallic faux-tile adhesive back-splash. I mean, that was a tad more exciting, but still… the interior design equivalent of a six-year-old’s sticker collection.
For the better part of the last year, we’ve been starting at blank plain cupboards, desperate to do something about it. What is your home supposed to be but a reflection of yourself, if you so wish? I’m so sick of the idea of keeping everything in this chrysalis of beige just in case you decide to sell soon.
So, on Sunday, I thought, “Fuck it,” and dug out what paint I had and went to work.
I still have blue paint under my nails and our kitchen now looks like the interior design equivalent of a scrapbook mom’s sticker collection, but that’s something of an improvement over a six-year-old’s.
Or so I can tell myself.