For neglecting you.
I haven’t tweeted, Facebooked (well, on my blog page) or pinned anything in…gasp…..a week.
That is UNHEARD of in the blogging community.
I have been in Heaven…aka Tennessee….all week visiting with my mommy and daddy for the past week.
And I will have a post for ya next week all about it.
Check out my post about my first ever blog conference.
It was fun!
There was booze.
And hot chicks.
And boobs hanging out.
Sounds kind of like a bachelor party.
To get my hubs on board to paint the walls in our home a different color.
When we bought our home eight years ago, every single wall in our downstairs was white.
It was chalky and ugly and showed every single mark, ding and dent.
And our home wasn’t brand new.
It was five years old when we bought it.
Two sets of owners lived in this house in five years.
And they had big dogs.
Like Great Dane size big dogs.
With WHITE WALLS.
Do I need to elaborate?
After looking at Peanut Butter for eight years though, I am getting a little tired of it.
There are dents and dings all over again.
And I wanted a change.
I got so frustrated with it, that I just hung up a cork board with Ellie’s preschool artwork there.
To cover up the crappy marks.
There is really nothing wrong with it.
Well, except for said marks.
It’s just so, so……peanut buttery.
You can’t even see the marks with the camera.
I swear they are there.
Not just in my head.
They. Are. There.
I think a lot of the marks are from my children throwing themselves down these stairs.
It’s like a launching pad of sorts.
They sprint down the stairs two at a time and then smack into this wall.
And nothing says marks on a wall like flying children.
So then knowing this, the next idea in my head makes complete sense.
Let’s paint it a lighter color.
This is why I am never gonna be famous.
I decided that I was going to use my leftover Revere Pewter paint from my kitchen makeover last fall.
No money spent!
Look at me being frugal!
And it wasn’t white, per se.
It was “pewter”.
I started this project at 8 at night on a Monday evening.
I thought it was safe to start a project that late in the evening.
Even though I am exhausted, it is quiet time in these parts.
Two paint brushes and four stains on the carpet later, she was over it.
I also failed to show you how much paint I had on me.
I had an “incident” with a belligerent paint can.
The can won.
I had paint in my hair, on my glasses, on my face, toes, arms, and clothing.
Did I mention that my first ever blogging conference was three days after starting this project?
So there was that.
When my husband got home from work late that night, he saw me covered in dry paint.
And said…”do I even have to ask?”
I don’t know what you are talking about, honey.
The next day I stumbled down the stairs and totally forgot that I painted the night before.
When I looked up at the landing though?
Oh, my word.
I loved it.
I added an empty frame for some interest.
Kind of making it look like wainscoting.
Yet nothing like wainscoting.
In a cheap, I am not good with tools, fashion that I am known best for around here.
I do love it.
It adds interest.
It looks so much more crisp and clean.
I did a project.
I DID A PROJECT!!!!!!!!
I AM BAAAACK.