Laundry Room Redo

Poor Mr Lannis...

I have the itch to paint, and not enough time to do what I really want—which is the entire main floor (foyer, toy area, kitchen, living room), up the stairs (we'd need to rent scaffolding), and the upstairs hall.

Yes, all the same colour.

You can see how this is a big task.

Not long ago we discovered that our house—the house that we've lived in for almost three years and was built at least two years before that—has no paint on the walls other than what we've put there (so bathrooms and bedrooms only).

What's on the rest of the walls, you ask?

Oh, that's easy: primer.

That's it.

So while I've been thinking I'm staring at sanitarium white walls, I have, in fact been staring at unfinished walls.

Cue brain exploding.

Knowing my penchant for going overboard current time restraints, Mr Lannis suggested I do something small to satisfy the beast.

He offered the laundry room up for sacrifice.

(Click to enlarge.)

On the far right of the triptych you can see the piece of baby gate that Mr Lannis attached to the ceiling so I have more air drying capability in a tight space. It. Is. Awesome.

He installed that cupboard recently, too. You can tell by the marks all over the wall. ::snort::

It's a pale spring green. I swear.

Lookit! Laundry's happening!

[Of course, as I'm opening up the paint can Mr Lannis comes around the corner and we have the following exchange.]

Him: Oh, wow! THAT'S the colour? I didn't know you were going with THAT.

Me: Uh, yes you did. It's the chip I've been carrying around in the Kindle case for MONTHS, constantly pulling it out and talking to you about it.

Him: ...

Me [eyebrow raise].

Him: Oh... thaaat paint chip. Yeah, yeah, I remember now. You kept it in the Kindle... right?

[Yes, it's true. I really do talk to myself. Apparently more than I realized... ::headdesk::]

This pic gives the best idea of the pale spring green on the walls. As in: so not white

That's it, our little laundry room makeover.

Paint is nice because it's an easy (and relatively cheap) way to refresh a room. It made a huge difference in my psyche (uh... for about a second, because a painted laundry room does not equal a painted main floor/stairwell/upstairs hall...).

And when I say Mr Lannis offered the laundry room as a sacrifice, it looked more like him throwing up his hands and saying, "do what you want as long as I'm at work."

My, those're some loose rules, yes? Where's the floor plans, I might want to knock out a wall or two... haha!

And unfortunately for him, now I can't stop plotting strategy (which part of the major main floor/stairwell/upstairs hall task to tackle first in the next paint job, and just how to do it...).

Sorry babe, but I'm not putting away those paint rollers just yet...