I wish I had taken a before picture of the paint in Olivia's bedroom. Just picture it all (and I mean all - ceiling, doors, walls and trim) a light tan color. Fine for a family room, but no good in a little girl's room. Three days, one can of primer, two cans of paint, two ruined t-shirts, a few spills, a kinked neck and an angel of a Caleb man being content just to entertain himself or hang out watching me and we now have white doors, trim and ceilings (seriously - I'm not sure if my neck will ever recover from priming and painting that ceiling...) and beautiful, soft yellow walls. I LOVE IT! It reminds me of lemon icecream and everytime I walk in there I am filled with cheeriness!
I mod-podged the green and purple framed mirrors and we rearranged her wall hangings and furniture and filled two big boxes (one for the garbage and one for the DI) while we were at it. I am glad to say that I am no longer afraid of painting (but never again will I do a whole room without Cameron there to help me!)