Yeah, so the living room and dining room are now pristinely covered in a fresh milk-white shade of satin paint, and you would think I'd be just squealing with delight each time I enter my cottage, but...what happened was that now all of the dingy, tired, chipped up molding that we left unpainted are screaming louder than ever to be replaced.
Instead of noticing the disappearance of various paint color splashes that had previously been on the wall, I see how desperately I need to (at the bare minimum) paint the mantle.
It's the old "If you give a moose a muffin" thing all over again.
Mind you, this is not a bad thing. No, not at all. What it has done is get me motivated to tackle the trim work right away.
(It doesn't really show in the photos, but trust me, in broad daylight, it's quite visible.)
If you live in the area, you just might see me driving over the I-5 bridge in my old blue truck friday night after work, heading to Home Depot for 36 pieces of trim.
Updates coming your way!