Tszujjing It Up: the fine art of painting

I confirmed something about myself this past week. Its not a huge revelation but simply a confirmation of what I was already pretty sure of. I. HATE. TO. PAINT! No joke. Painting to me is right up there with getting a cavity filled or taking my two dogs to the vet (sounds like a fun-filled event but Quentin poops and pees on me without fail every single time), not a fun event.

This is the thing. I hate to paint. I know I hate to paint. Why is it then that I subject myself to this misery? It's not even that I hate it-- that I could get over. The biggest problem is that I am not good at it. It doesn't matter if I follow every rule in the book I ALWAYS end up with streaks on the wall or paint on the molding. After three (and in some spots) 4 coats of paint this past weekend I can still see some streaks... so what is a girl to do? Wait for it to dry- put everything back and hope and pray that no one notices:)

So after a VERY long weekend of non-stop painting my living room and dining room is finally done(ish)! OH! I bet you are wondering what color I chose from my post a few weeks back... the truth is none of them. I was planning on going with the grey color that some of you liked but it was an "oops" paint and they didn't have the color name on the sample. Went I went to Lowe's I had the best intentions of taking the sample and getting it color matched..but I forgot it. I know, I know.. most normal people would go back home and try again..not this girl. I spent some time and found a color I thought was a basic grey. As you can see from the pictures its definitely a blue-grey- but luckily, I am a fan.

Here are some before and after pics!

Living Room Before (Well kind of before... I couldn't find any recent shots)