Guestroom Makeover Disaster/Extravaganza of 2010

I feel like I haven't been doing a whole lot of WRITING lately - pictures seem to outnumber words on most of my latest blog posts, and that worries me. I just love and appreciate the readers of this blog SO MUCH, and I don't want to disappoint a single one of you by not giving you what you come here for (inspiration, laughter, etc... whatever it may be)! But of course, this blog IS about the "story of my life," and there are many aspects of that story. So expect a great deal of variety, my friends. One minute I might be inspiring your socks off with another little life lesson/anecdote, the next I could be boring you to death with more home decorating sh*t.

And such is the substance of this very post (the home decorating sh*t, not the inspiration - haa!!). Because, for some reason, I've been dying to share this with you for a couple of weeks now, but it always seemed to take a back seat to other, more pressing matters.

So a little background before we dive into pictures.

I've been wanting to re-do our guestroom pretty much ever since we moved in and decorated it to begin with. I was NEVER happy with our choice of paint color or how the furniture and decor Matthew brought from his prior guestroom affected the color and mood of the room. The problem was just that, before I became confident in my own ability to create a beautiful home and make bold choices on instinct, I always played it safe. But after ten months of scheming up ways to make over our guestroom, I finally did it (and seriously? Only because we had guests coming from out of town. Based on the severity of my procrastinitis [which is a legit disease], it may have never gotten done otherwise).

So a couple weekends ago Matthew and I headed out to Lowe's, me with my little predetermined paint chip in hand - the one I had decided on mooooonths ago, mind you. And when we got there, Matthew questioned me. He said my paint choice looked too dark and too gray. He asked if I was SURE I wanted that one.

Now those of you who know me in real life (or have been reading this blog long enough) know that I'm pretty much NEVER sure about anything. I'm the world's worst decision maker. So when a shadow of doubt was cast over my previous choice, I pretty much froze up and freaked out and couldn't decide between my original color and several other similar ones.

But in the end, we ended up getting a slightly bluer paint than my first choice. We got it home, moved the furniture, and I set in on the painting. Cause that was part of the deal since Matthew had lots of work to do that day. He would help move the furniture, but the painting was MY project.

And when that first roll of paint went up on the wall, I can't say that my heart didn't sink a little. It wasn't what I hoped it would be, but I kept telling myself it would dry differently and would also look different in the evening light. So I painted. And I painted and painted and painted. Until the room was almost done, and it was dinner time. But when we got home from dinner and I headed back upstairs, there was no denying it: the room looked purple. There was a hint of it in the natural light of the day, but in the evening lamp light, I kid you not: the room looked BLUEBERRY. It was God-awful.

So off to Lowe's I went (at 7 PM), and what did I do? I bought my original paint choice. Which was perfect, and everything I knew it would be when I chose it to begin with.

So the moral of the story? Do not allow your husband to make you second guess yourself on matters of interior design. Unless you happen to be married to Nate Berkus, which is impossible because he's gay. Unless you're also gay, and living in a state that allows gay marriage.

Getting off track here. Pictures, yes!!! There are plenty.

Here I am at the beginning of the Guestroom Makeover Disaster/Extravaganza :

Please ignore the disgusting hairdo, but do NOT ignore the "I Love Dr. Phil" t-shirt. Cause it's awesome.

Now that you've gained a little perspective, I will reveal the before and after photos....

(And by the way, Matthew DID help me paint the second go-round. And we knocked out in TWO HOURS what I wasn't even able to complete in SIX)

Guestroom Before...(not terrible, not GREAT)