A couple summers ago, I painted my downstairs powder room.
It took me two months.
In my defense, it was the first room I have ever painted by myself. Ever.
And it was in the heat of the summer.
And I painted stripes.
And I was two months pregnant.
Climbing on a ladder. Crouching down to tape the lines with frog tape so I could paint in two subtle-ly different finishes of paint to achieve the wallpaper look I was going for. Seriously? I'm not sure why it was so important to me.
BUT.
When I was done, I was PROUD. Even though I was teased endlessly by my husband and friends that the smallest room in our house took me two whole months to paint, I am very happy with the outcome. Because it was all me.
So. I have had the paint to paint these stools for about a year now.
And I just couldn't seem to get around to painting them. Maybe it was the hard time I was given (all in fun) by my buddies when it took me forever to finish my last painting project? Maybe it was the fact that the last furniture painting project I took on ended up chipping and not looking the way I wanted?
One weekend spent with a great friend, and one comment by that friend, and I threw off any concerns I had and tackled the project.
"You can't mess up when you're painting. All you have to do is paint over it."
And that was all I needed. Permission to mess up.
And they're done. And I LOVE them!!!
So, go on. Tackle that project. What do you have to lose???
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