Are you ready for another guest blogger? I am!!
I can't even remember how I discovered Mandi from Tidbits from the Tremaynes.
Most likely from a blog that led to a blog...you know how that goes.
Once I read her lively posts and saw her adorable kids, I was hooked.
Mandi is funny, down-to-earth, a real sweet heart and funny (did I already mention that?).
I so wish that we were neighbors. She's the type you could totally go ask for a cup of sugar and you'd go home with something else! Maybe some scraps of trim! heehee
Maybe one day we'll meet in real life.
So without further adieu...
Last year, we searched for our first house.
And while I knew I was full of all kinds of cuh-razy decorating ideas, I only had two main priorities for this new house of mine: location and an "open" feel.
Um, yeah. My house is a full-of-windows peepshow, man. Felt like I was getting snowed on the other day. That'll do for an "open" feel.
Anywho, this house: it's new-ish, from a real estate perspective. From a decorator's perspective? Hehehe. . .
Yee-ah. It was built at that age where there is now a lot of need for an update. Are you thinking lots and lots a brass? The original builder's white? Then we're on the same page.
So, for a gal with all kinds of crazy ideas floating in the noggin', a new house to torture, and a hubby that works all kinds of crazy hours. . .
Oh. Crap. The hubby works all kinds of crazy hours. And I couldn't even really use our drill. Dang. I's in a tight spot.
That was when cold, hard reality gave me a good B-slap to the face:
it's you. Or it's not getting done.
So I guess it'll have to be me, dang it.
(excuse the hair; that totally hist 'do is an "I've-got-a-project" 'do)
Now would be a good time to tell you that I love molding. It goes with everything. Including chips.
(On my favorite project list)
Now, I'm not telling you that I have no fear when it comes to a saw. They scare me so bad they might make me pee a little. Might.
I'm not telling you that I don't make mistakes.
(also on that favorite project list)
Ahem, my bed might be covering up a slight spacing discrepancy with that wainscoting. Might.
I'm not gonna tell you that I don't have a close relationship with spackle (the mistake hiding wonder),
Or that I haven't accidentally drilled my finger, sanded my hand, wasted an entire piece of molding with bad cuts, spilled paint on the carpet, pulled out crooked molding with a crow-bar, snapped the measuring tape back in so fast that it flipped back, broke a blood vessel, and I thought I broke a finger it hurt so bad. . .
All I'm sayin' is, besides that my house is a hot mess, is that practice makes perfect.