On the first weekend that I have ever had to myself in my own home, with my husband and children camping, I sit down to read the newspaper and my kitchen wall is mocking me. How have I not noticed those grease marks, the finger smudges, and at least a billion tiny flecks of blu tak on the wall. I am trying to ignore it but I can’t. I need to paint it.
Really? Now? Why? I know I should treat myself to a massage or go for a long walk, take in a movie or even read a book. What on earth has come over me deciding to paint my own kitchen wall. I do not even know where to buy paint, but this wall is staring back at me now, laughing at me, cajoling me into its dare.
I may not have thought this through but there is a shop across the street that I am sure will have exactly what I am looking for. But I don’t know what that is yet. One concern I do have is that my newfound determination is to paint 1 wall. Not the entire kitchen. Can I find a match? Read more