Friday, November 15, 2013

If you give a designer a paint brush...

Ever read the book "If you give a mouse a cookie"?
If you haven't read this book (which, if you haven't, what kind of childhood did you have? Seriously...this is a MUST read!) here's a quick rundown: if you give him a cookie, he will ask for milk...which means he will need a napkin and it just keeps snowballing from there...

Several years ago, I painted our half bath navy blue. 

Our trim is pure white (which was another project I did several years ago. Took two weeks out of my life and did, what I called "Operation Honey to White"...where everything in the house which was honey oak, became white. I ended up getting bronchitis from this because of all the fumes- but whatever, our house looked HAWT!) and one wall in our half bath didn't have a straight cut-in against the baseboard. This might not bother some people...but for me, every time I went into that bathroom (I work from home, so do the math how many visits I make in a day) I'd look at the baseboard and scowl. Yesterday, as Lil' Dude went down for his nap, I went to the bathroom and I decided. Today. Was. The. FREAKIN DAY! (Now you might be getting all, "Erin, what the heck took you so long?" All I'm gonna say, I. Had. A. Baby. I've been busy with other things...like keeping a little person alive, and happy...and guess what else? The Hubs likes to eat. Dinner. Every night. So yeah...a few years slipped by...)

I grabbed my bitty paint brush (the one with no handle...which fits perfectly into my hand and makes me happy!) and went to town on the baseboards. Then I couldn't stop...so I touched up the boards in the foyer, which led to the kitchen...then I decided it was time to stop with the downstairs and move upstairs (just in case he woke up super quick) so I did...and it was good

Baseboards in the master bathroom, the door frame into our bathroom, the door frame into the master bedroom...and then, the cherry on top. As I was walking down the stairs, I realized the banister could use a fresh coat! 

As I was washing my paint brush, I realized I was that mouse. I was the mouse, who needed a cookie (in this case a paint brush) and then a cup of milk (pint of white paint) and a napkin to wipe my milk mustache (paint splatter)...I mean REALLY?! I've always been fond of Mickey Mouse...but who knew I'd find similarities between me and a lil' mouse I read about in first grade!

Things that make you go, hu?, right?!