All It Takes Is...Paint?

When we were ushered into this house seven months ago by a very experienced and enthusiastic real estate agent, the first thing I noticed were the walls. They were white. All of them. Except for the parts in the bathroom covered up by the 1970's tile (dusty rose, anyone?) and the basement, which is encased in the brown paneling seen so frequently in the now defunct "That 70's Show". So once we signed the papers and were handed the keys my first thought was "Paint!! NOW!!" Fast forward seven months...so little things like moving and kids and work and life kept interfering with my primal instinct to slap some color on those walls, but no more! Ladies and Gentlemen, We Have Paint!

How is it that a coat of colored latex and a few pieces of art and accessories hanging on the walls can so dramatically change a space? I feel home now. I walk into rooms and take deep breaths...not deep "you can deal with this for another day" kind of breath but a "this is what you've been waiting for" kind of breath. Even the kids feel the change and love it...thank goodness! Their rooms are next on the painting wish list and I'm determined to get them done before Christmas.

Today I worked on our bedroom and after six months of sleeping in it and seeing its potential I'm finally loving it. It's our space, our retreat, the place my husband and I desperately need and enjoy sharing. I'll work on our dressing room tomorrow--thank goodness for those curtains that block off the view right now and allow me to pretend it's all finished...

Little by little we are turning this wonderful space into ours, all of ours, and it's fabulous. Maybe by the time Smoof and I are babysitting our grandchildren I'll finally have it exactly like I want it. ;-) Just kidding, Smoof! (Well, sort of.)