December 21, 2008
The Perfectionist In Me
I believe that everyone has a bit of perfectionist in them for different things. One of the things that brings out the perfectionist in me is painting. I love having my house painted in all the colors I pick out. It doesn't feel like home until I do that. It may have taken almost a year, but I've started making this house a home. I've finally painted the hall bathroom and hallway. The bathroom was a faux finish blue room, and now it is a soft, creamy yellow. The color is more on the cream side but looks very yellow in there because there are no windows. The thing I hate about painting is I can ALWAYS find areas that should be touched up or repainted. I can do this anywhere I go not just in my own house. I find that there is no such thing as a perfect paint job, and that fact drives me nuts. I swear for the next week I'll be touching up all the little, tiny imperfections I see in there. But I accomplished the paint job, which took two coats, in 24 hours and only worked during nap times and bedtime. I still want to touch up the trim work in there, but then I'm done painting until Pat gets home. I'll make sure to post some photos of all the work I've done in the next couple of days.