I love paint, it gives me hope. When in doubt paint it!
When we first looked at our new house a few months ago, it was quite evident that it was built in the 80's.
We have a mirrored glass shelved wet bar in our living room for goodness sakes... I knew it was nothing several gallons of primer and paint couldn't conquer.
At first we called a few professional painters out to take care of the overwhelming amount of wood trim, which needed to be sanded down then primed, then painted...3 coats of paint to cover that trim no less...
Needless to say we were in sticker shock over the estimates, and we know we are pretty good at menial labor, so we decided to jump right in ourselves. I am stumped by the brick fireplace and mantel, I'm sure the mantel will get replaced, I'm just debating wether or not to paint the brick????
We are also not above letting our small and capable child stay up past her bedtime to help us paint, that's good parenting, right?
But look at the difference some white paint can make. So onto my regrets about last night. First off, last night was FANTASTIC! We had a get together at my house for our Bloom team, over 20 beautiful and passionate women showed up to join our forces.
We ate, talked, laughed and inspired each other and I felt so overwhelmingly blessed to be a part of what we are going to do. BUT,,, I left my camera sitting on the table, I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't capture it, I am bummed this morning that I don't have much photographic evidence of our first Team meeting. I did pick my camera up for about 2 seconds and snapped these two photos as the night was beginning,
with full intentions of taking more photos... then I got caught up in the moment and all intentions were lost. I am so grateful to everyone who showed up and everyone that wants to help out. We are going to do great things together.
I am so excited!