Remember the cabinets I've been painting on? I'm still working on them.
Psychologically, painting the innards of my cabinets has been a calming experience. Not really. I spilt the paint once. And I dropped the roller once. It hit the microwave then the counter then the floor. I had a little bit of cleaning up to do.
My arms hurt from the painting, but I'm ok--don't worry.
I'm not painting them white--no, no, I'm using an off white-beige of sorts. I love tone on tone.
Yes, there are different colors of white. Don't argue with me, I'll win.
This is a little black mirror I found for five bucks. I liked it painted black, but I like it better --painted white. Surprised? I thought so.
Here it is propped against a vase filled with my collection of knobs.
Then there's the shelves I built for each side of my fireplace. (I may have told you this already.) I'm not sure why I can't take a picture without it being tilted.
Finally, and it's not finished yet...
is a little table, with a drawer, for my daughter. I found it at a flea market. I had to fill in the places that needed wood filler and I had to reglue it. I will sand the top and finish it. My daughter and I (mostly I) talked about painting it an off white. She said no.
I don't understand people who disagree with my bringing white painted things into their homes.
There you have it, my projects. Wednesday is a day to be inspired. May whatever you are working on be inspired and blessed.