I Needed A Project

Today was a bad day.

A very bad day.

So I decided to clean out and re-organize my pantry.

Which led to the need to paint it.

 A lovely mint green and white.  

Don't judge- the kitchen needs a little pick me up, and the food gets depressed staying in the dark dingy cupboard.

I am hoping to finish tomorrow, and will then be able to post pictures.

Wish me luck

Comments

Terra said…
sorry it was a bad day, glad you found a project to busy yourself with - can't wait to see the finished project!!!
January 28, 2011 at 5:00 AM
Sami said…
I've never thought about painting my pantry! I'm excited to see how it turned out!
January 28, 2011 at 7:12 AM
Jenny said…
Man. I am so depressed. I thought you wrote you NEEDED a project and in the spirit of friendship I was going to let you clean my house.

Darn. I hate when that happens.
January 28, 2011 at 7:32 AM
Susan Anderson said…
A little reorganizing goes a long way on a bad day.

Good coping skills, Amy!

=)

PS. And mint green with white sounds perfect...
January 28, 2011 at 10:01 AM
Mrs Montoya said…
I am genuinely impressed. When I have a bad day I blow all my spending money on Starbucks and a magazine and totally ignore my kids. Painting the pantry!!!!! You are such an inspiration, Amy! And refreshing does feel so much better. Can't wait to see the pix!
January 28, 2011 at 11:04 AM
Francisca and Chris said…
I just have to laugh b/c you mentioned your friend who owns the house is a bachelor on deployment. When he comes home he is going to have this gorgeous happily painted beautiful home. He is going to be surprised!

I can't wait to see the pictures. I wish you come here and help me paint and decorate my kid's rooms. You have such a talent :)
January 28, 2011 at 4:29 PM
Em said…
not sure i'd have the energy to paint a house that i didn't get to stay in and enjoy! wait, i did, but that was b/c i didn't want brennan to live in a pink room the first 2 1/2 yrs of his life. it was definitely worth it. i guess when you need to give your surroundings a perk, it doesn't matter whether you're keeping it or not!
January 28, 2011 at 9:40 PM
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