Adieu, sponge paint.

Ever since Kandi explained her many house painting plans to me, I have been on a mission to my paint my own kitchen. Until yesterday, it was sponge painted yellow. For three and a half years, I have lived in a place where at least one room was sponge painted. This is not okay.

At our last house, it was only the downstairs half bath, and it was dark blue. The girls who lived there before us said that the dining room used to also be sponge painted maroon, and it looked as though someone had been violently murdered there. Then we moved to this place, with the yellow spattered kitchen. Blech.

Here it is, in all its glory:












Do note the fact that whoever painted it didn't even try to get close to the edges. Also note that Gina and I had bacon for breakfast that day. Yum.

So then, off to Home Depot! To wander around for awhile because we don't really even know what we're looking for! Eventually we made it home and got down to painting:












We even taped stuff up and everything. We're practically professionals.













Isn't it just lovely? I have no comments about some small blue smudges that may or may not be on various surfaces including countertops, cabinets, and/or the ceiling. However, I will admit to the small incident where I was painting the edge up near the ceiling, and Gina was painting the side next to the cabinets (see diagram below), and I might have dripped a blob of paint down the little space in between her shirt and the top of her paints. Um, oops? Pretty impressive aim though.












I get really happy every time I walk by.