Project Spread-age

So in the middle of the kitchen face lift (see How I won the Pier One Lottery) below, A very Kim and Greg thing happened. Before we went to Pier One and bought our kitchen furniture, we first looked around at furniture stores. Big mistake. In the door with kitchen furniture on the brain turned into out the door with a new dining room set. This meant one thing. The dining room had to be redecorated. Which meant just one more thing. The study across the hall had to also be redecorated. Sigh. Project Spread-age begins.

I had been anticipating these two projects for over a year. I just couldn’t find what I wanted… and I wasn’t sure of the colors that I wanted to use… yada yada yada. I knew that whatever I decided to do had to now blend in with my new kitchen and my freak-nasty hot orange chairs. So back to the source I went. Pier One.

Let me just say that I do my best shopping (ok – damage) when I am in a hurry. I was on my way to get my hair cut (ok FINE – colored) when I decided just to “pop in for a bit.” Within 20.4 minutes, I was on fire and used my lottery winnings (aka gift card) to purchase curtains, pillows, and an enormous piece of art for my dining room wall. (Barely got it in the car – so thank you nice Pier One associate with the magical art/car seat maneuvering techniques.) You rock.

Alas – ½ of the idea for project spread-age was born.

Now although you have never seen me paint - let me tell you that I am the queen of painting. In the five years of East Chincoteague living, I have painted every inch of every wall, in all sixteen rooms of that house. Some more than once. Some more than twice. Its common knowledge that I am insane, but I accept this.

After purchasing three gallons of the wrong shades of red (I was just sure I had it right every time!), 5 trips to the paint store, and 4 more sample colors strategically painted (ok splattered) all over the wall for “testing” purposes (thank you Benjamin Moore for creating little sample sizes), Odendaga Clay became the color of choice. Unfortunately, I didn’t get finished with this nightmare before my husband came home, saw all of the evidence, and told me that I had turned our house into, what looked like, a murder scene.