Painting Pains

Have I mentioned my husband loves me? So much that I surrender the love you more game to him this month. We painted our house last weekend. Twice. Once because I wanted to lighten it up and twice because I hated the first color (or non-color, it was like primer). I was a girl and come downstairs Saturday morning and cried. I tried to make the best of it but at 5:45pm Jamey was on his way back to Lowe's for the Labor Day weekend discount to buy us some new paint. We started round 2 at 9pm and finished a little after 2am. Our home is now "breezy" and I love it. 

the home we started with 

(taken apart to paint but I didn't think to grab a pic til after)

 this was an AWFUL mirror (as you can see) that I was fed up with. I pried the 1st panel off not knowing what to expect and then Jamey used his manly strength to finish it off.
it was seriously the highlight of our weekend..

 already feeling a little painter's remorse

then  jamey scolded me & told me to have a good attitude & I tried

 jamey getting all the high hard places

 round 2. that smile is for real.

So as you can see...back to blue. But a lighter fresher (Jamey's says girlier) blue. I also painted all the doors white white & they look so good! Jamey repainted most of our ceilings & I painted our stairrail black & love it. And yesterday Jamey took some time off studying and we painted our hallway. It looked like a diluted pee yellow and we both decided it must go. And away it went! And we both love our home now. (I'm sure I'll get around to taking/posting pics of the finished project sometime)

The end.