Does this photo look familiar? That’s because it was in last Monday’s post as well. Why am I showing it again? Because this last weekend was a complete re-do of the weekend before.
Painting every cabinet I thought I had finished. Again.
Ugh. I had really debated sharing this with you all – I mean, how much are you gonna be interested in my little kitchen issues. But as much as I want to keep it upbeat and inspiring here, I also want to be real so here it is:
I cried real tears over this: a whole weekend of painting wasted. No, in the scheme of things it’s not a huge deal, but to say I was frustrated is an understatement.
It all started when I went to put a quick last coat on the cabinet doors. I ran out of the previous can of paint – the “creamy white” that we use on all our interior woodwork – and opened a new can. Which looked a lot more yellow than the paint I had been using. Both lids said the same thing, so in my mind they had to be the same and it was my eyes that were deceiving me (hindsight again: I had been thinking as I painted sporadically the last few months that it was so white – I chalked it up to be against the dingy original white color…).
Rolled the new paint on the first door. “Wow, that really looks different,” I thought. Must be the light. Rolled on the second. Same. By the third I had to stop and figure out what was happening. It was nighttime, though, so it must be the yellow of the incandescent light bulbs. Okay, easy – just wait until the morning.
The light of day showed the truth: this was the actual paint color that matched our other woodwork and the previous can had been colored wrong (or more likely, a color left out since it was so white). The can I had used to paint all.the.cabinets.and.doors.
How does this happen? Sigh.
God obviously wanted to teach me patience – and how our kitchen is not the biggest problem in the world. Because once I got over the frustration of the situation (caused by someone else), I could see it for what it was: a small glitch, and nothing that a bit more time wouldn’t fix. Which is small potatoes.
Very small potatoes.
And the cabinets are all coated with the right color now, the counters have been cut and sanded and are awaiting coats of stain and poly this week before, hopefully, being installed on Friday or Saturday.
And then we’ve got Thanksgiving to remind me to be thankful in all situations – even the ones that frustrate me. Because DIY sagas are little blurbs on the road of life and shouldn’t be blown out of porportion. Yes sir, that was a good reminder that I obviously needed.
And I’m SO thankful for my wonderful family, my awesome kids, good jobs and great friends. Life is good and God is good. In all situations.
What are you thankful for this holiday?