It is a testament to my husband’s good nature that I can say something like “hey, let’s paint the kitchen cabinets” the weekend before Thanksgiving and he will actually go along with it.
(In my defense, we had a friend volunteer to babysit for us, and you have to take advantage of these situations.)
Shopping with Daddy + nap time + (free! OMG free!) babysitting = 12 hours of prep and painting.
Which is how we ended up with this:
(I just might have a tea hoarding problem).
I figured, we’re going to all this trouble, we should probably clean out the cabinets, bleach the insides, paint the insides…. At that point, you might as well reorganize the whole kitchen. I mean, it just makes sense.
Also, you can’t just paint the cabinets, you have to take the doors and all the hardware off. And the people who painted the cabinets last time did a supremely shitty job, so we had to scrape and sand off all of the drips and brush marks. And did I mention that they neglected to follow step one?
Because the hinges all kinda look like this:
I attempted to soak the hinges in mineral spirits, but all that did was make them really stinky and flammable. Which made my husband kinda mad, because he did kinda sorta warn me that might happen.
But, hey, the cabinets looked like this:
(It’s a little embarrassing just how long we lived with those paint sample patches).
And then they looked like this:
And now they look like this:
Progress right?
More importantly, the dining room looks like this:
Ok, so it’s still full of doors. But it’s not full of rooibos, and that’s what I call progress.s
(Kristian says I’m never allowed to buy rooibos. Ever. Again).
(He kinda has a point there).
Even if we don’t get the doors back on in time, I’m pretty sure we can give everyone enough prosecco on thursday that they won’t notice. Better hosting through booze, that’s what I say.