When I get an idea in my head for a big project, 90% of the time I just go for it and don’t vacillate or wait around for the “right” time. I know all too well that the “right” time never really comes, because there is always something standing in its way…it’s called life. So, I just jump right in and don’t really think about it. I have been able to do this more and more since I married my husband, who is the all-time champion for living in the moment and dropping everything to heed the call of the creative muse. And I am my mother’s daughter…nothing stands in our way when we’ve got our mind set on a task.
On Thursday I decided I wanted to paint the rooms in our house. We have been looking at the same drab, neutral tan color that was painted on EVERY single wall of our house when we purchased it 3 years ago. I guess that having kids, planting a garden, raising chickens and starting a blog have kept me away from the project of repainting these walls, but on Thursday I felt like it was time to change it up. By that night, I had paint samples in my hands and by Friday morning there were big blocks of color brushed on every wall to get the feel for the potential colors. On Friday night we started tearing apart the living room and I had one half of the room painted. On Saturday night I finished (well, almost finished…just some detailing remains) the other 2 walls.
When I walked into the room this morning, I was smiling with a feeling of contenment and accomplishment. The color is so much more soothing and pretty to look at. New throw pillow covers are already in the planning stages in my head. Because you know, you can’t just repaint…it always goes beyond that! At least I have all the colors chosen for the rest of the house, so I can slow down a bit now. I do have several other creative commitments on hand at the moment, so I should address those before I tear into another room. But I sure can’t wait to see them all done!
In the midst of my painting chaos, Michael decided to make homemade spaghetti sauce and meatballs. I love this man! Even though the house was completely torn apart, it smelled like an Italian restaurant…one that serves homemade wine to boot!
Ahh, it was a good weekend.