I am back! Again! Right after I left the library, Best Buy called and said my computer was finished!
So, here I am, with about 8 posts waiting to be typed out.
I just finished the bookshelf I wrote about a few weeks ago.
Cost: $12 for primer, paint, sand paper and more wood. We already had the shelf.
Time: About 7 hours, but that's because I changed my mind about things halfway through.
Changes Made: Flipped the original shelf upside down so the bigger spaces would be on top. Cut part of the original legs off and removed another piece. Added tall legs and designed front and side pieces to go over legs. Jigsawed the pieces, nailed, painted, finished.
As we're carrying the newly painted shelf up the stairs, Joe comments "you know what's funny? when we lived in an apt. you always complained about how much you hated white...and now, you are painting everything white."
Okay, here's the thing- there is a fair difference between white walls and white furniture. White furniture looks great against colored walls because then it can hold your colored things. You can't put colored things against colored walls, nor colored shelves, without them drowning into the drab tones beneath. Or at least that's MY case.
All of that being said, if I collected a lot of white accessories, then I wouldn't be painting everything white...I'd be staining everything walnut.
I'm sure I mentioned that we weren't going to hang any hang anything or really decorate the living room until it was painted. But it's been 5 months since we moved in, and I couldn't stand it any longer! The shelf has improved my mood significantly, so I decided to keep going and hung a big grouping of frames above the couch. Post and a tutorial to come!
When tax time comes, a new wall color is in order. If I can EVER decide on the right color- I have about 200 paint chips from 7 different brands, no joke. Also, new window treatments, a new media stand and a much awaited new couch. The couch is something I've been anticipating for 5 and a half years now. Ours are hand me downs from my parents, because my mom ended up hating them, too.
Well, my coffee is gone and I have more things to paint. Today's culprit: an end table that I pulled out of a pile of things to be burned when I was about 15. It's been waiting for this day for almost 10 years.
PS: the kittens like the shelf, too.