I finally did it!

Thunder storm tonight. It feels and smells wonderful.

A brief recap of my day:

7 am. Tennis lessons.
8 am. Oil Change at Autobahn.
9 am. Quick house cleaning.
10 am. Quick Michelle cleaning.
11 am. Child's Hope. . .delivering invitations for Haiti Days and a visit with Lady Loveless.
12 pm. Lunch with Laura. Lots of foliage. Love her.
1 pm. Painting Prep.
2 pm. Trip 1 to Lowe's. Super excited.
3 pm. Paint starts flying (literally).
4 pm. Trip 2 to Lowe's. Damned nozzle on my paint can was faulty. The girl at customer service was not pleasant. I should remember her name and report such behavior.
6 pm. The fumes are starting to get to me, but I'm still happy.
7 pm. I hate painting. How quickly a bit of time and lots of blue tape change things.
8 pm. There is officially more paint on me than the walls of my bathroom.
9:30 pm. Painting clean-up begins. I throw away most of it because cleaning sounds so horrible. 10 pm. I'm not feeling so hot. 8 mile run + tennis + painting = desire for arm amputation.
10:30 pm. The last of the painting supplies go to bed for the night. . .and so does the painter.

For months. . .okay 18 to be exact, I've been in a state trying to decide what to do with my bathroom. I knew it had to be painted, but what color? Should I match it to my bedroom or go with something completely wild and free-spirited? What about the cabinets? It came to me today as if from heaven--and I took that bit of inspiration as a kick in the pants. I pulled out my trusty painting gear and got down to business. 7 hours later and two trips to Lowe's and it's painted--with the exception of a few touch-ups for tomorrow. How is is possible that it took me so long? It might have something to do with the fact that I'm not really a seasoned painter, but I pretend to be one on TV. About half way through the project I was sitting on the floor or my bathroom painting baseboards with paint in my hair, putty on my face, and an entire gallon of satin latex on my jeans--I realized that I should have hired someone to do the dirty work. What was I thinking?

Now that it's painted, the fun can really start. Tomorrow I'm on the hunt for bathroom accessories. My mom gave me a print for Christmas that I love and I had every intention of hanging it in my bedroom, but I decided it would make the perfect "touch of whimsy" in the master bath and serves as my starting point. Don't worry. I'll post picts tomorrow.