Earlier this week, I announced to my husband, “This weekend, I am finally going to paint our bedroom!” (or words to that effect).
From the day we moved in just over five years ago, we’ve never been particularly enamored of the wall color — a mustardy yellow — in the master bedroom. Maybe if it had been on all four walls, I would have been moved to remedy the situation sooner, but other painting tasks took priority.
Two years ago, during the six weeks between school terms, I painted the detached outbuilding that houses my sewing studio.
But now, the time had arrived. A three-day weekend. Just two walls that needed to be redone. Totally doable.
Yesterday, I prepped and primed.
Tomorrow, I paint.