This is going to be an epic post. Maybe you should get comfortable first. It took two months, but the difference from the really ugly Before to the bright and airy After is remarkable. To me, anyway.
Quick refresher… This is what the home office looked like in February:
Dude, I cannot believe that I lived with that atrocity for six months. Just looking back at those old pictures makes me want to cry. Because now, I get to walk into this each day:
Do you have ugly wood paneling? RUN to the hardware store and get a huge bucket of white paint. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. I won’t lie to you, it will be a huge pain to do. You will paint so much that you want to lie down in the corner and suck your thumb. Your hand will become permanently claw-shaped from holding the paintbrush. Your toddler will wander in and grab the paint stick, then smear it all over her clothes. Three times. You will need to go buy her a new wardrobe when you are done, but it will be worth it.
Because a huge bucket of white paint only costs about thirty bucks. And after some physical therapy, you will regain the use of your claw-hand.
And you will get to spend hours inside your freshly glorious room that no longer looks like a tomb. A wood-covered, eye-scarring tomb.
What do you think about my green subway tile? I love it. It looks like it actually belongs in this house, instead of the ugly 80’s tile that we inherited.
I love this old desk I got off craigslist. It’s amazing what paint and hardware can do to freshen up a piece of furniture.
And we just added the piano a couple days ago (on Photography Tuesday to be precise). I am thrilled to have a piano. It was another craigslist find, naturally. I am getting nervous that Mr. Darcy might take away my craigslist privileges soon.
As for the controversial ceiling, I couldn’t be happier that I painted it, too. I think it adds that perfect punch of color, and ties the room together. Look at that?! Doesn’t that make you smile?
I am so happy with how this project turned out. It definitely exceeded my expectations.