No, seriously. During my mom's visit to College Station she and I tackled two projects over the course of two-and-a-half days. And twice - once during each project - I actually sat on the floor and cried into my hands over my disdain for projects.
I still love the finished products though, so I'm grateful my mom hung in there with me. If I had been in her shoes I would have given up on me.
First up, installing knobs and handles on the kitchen and laundry room cabinets and drawers.
This project should have taken maybe four hours, but because of a number of challenges (mislabeled and therefore mismatched knobs, incorrectly installed and therefore uneven drawers), we spent those four hours driving back and forth from Lowe's…(fittingly) FOUR TIMES. We eventually finished the kitchen around 9:30pm that night, and knocked out the laundry room the following morning.
I really want to
These pictures reiterate for me that I really need to replace my 15-year-old toaster.
Second in line, painting the front door.
Thank you so much to those of you who weighed in on what color I should use! Here's how the results looked:
Red - 41%
Blue - 18%
Orange - 17%
Green - 18%
Yellow - 6%
I ruled out blue fairly quickly, because even though I love navy and indigo and teal, nearly every shade clashed with the colors in my living room.
I ruled out orange next, because as a lovely reader pointed out, the city in which I live can't stand all things associated with Texas University, including the school's burnt orange color. I honestly worried that if we ever tried to sell our house with an orange door, prospective buyers would immediately feel disconnected to or even antagonized by the house when they pulled up out front.
That left red, green, and yellow. Red received the highest number of votes by a wide margin, and at first I stood firmly with the voters. But when we looked from the street at the (faux, created by hanging up a blanket) red door, the red read almost as darkly and blandly as the wooden door up against the dark red brick. At that point I had to take red off the table.
Having narrowed it down to green and yellow, we headed to Lowe's and picked up 20+ different color samples. After returning home, we s…l…o…w…l…y eliminated shades until I finally picked Curry Sauce, which is funny because I HATE curry.
The preparatory steps, which included a lizard shield made out of two layers of painters plastic and hundreds of feet of painters tape. I'm proud to report that the lizard shield worked - not a single lizard made it into my house (my greatest fear associated with this particular project) while the front door stood open for 12+ hours.
There was also a rough hour near the end when, while trying to reassemble the doorknob and deadbolt lock, we thought we were going to have to sleep with the front door open and the space blocked by large and heavy pieces of furniture. (This may have been one of the times I melted down.) In the end my mom and I combined forces - her perseverance and patience and my lock-smithing skills (who knew?) - and triumphed over the perplexing protection system to finish the job.
Changing out the brass fixtures and kick plate remain on my to-do list, but I LOVE the color…which I renamed Golden Pineapple.