I know — another Cinderella reference, but you have to hear about my weekend. Remember that scene where the mice appear to make her glamorous just in time for the ball? I had a similar experience this weekend; I emailed a bunch of friends early last week with an offer — happy hour at my house in return for pizza, beer and a paint brush. You wouldn’t believe how many incredible worker bees showed up to pitch in.
Bibbidi Boppidi Boo! …
Adios Mexican kitchen. Howdy, Country Chic. It is a bit sterile, as Rebecca put it, but it is also clean. And with such a small space, the lighter color does make it seem larger.
Those worker bees in action:
Rebecca and Min, working the paint brushes.
Amanda, smiling at her husband on the ladder.
Ryan, the husband, who single-handedly repaired and painted my ceiling. I love that my friends share their handy hubbies. When they aren’t out keeping me company on my bike, they are spackling my house. Pretty sure I have the best friends in the world.
This photo, in particular, cracks me up. Amanda had been pressing me to get a new stove for a while. My old stove was off by several hundred degrees depending on the day. This made all of my baking difficult. She lovingly says goodbye to the old stove.
New bed from Ikea.
Two weeks and four cans of spray paint later…
Salty Senor puts together the pieces in my new soft yellow bedroom.
After three days of painting, cleaning and all things home-related, last night this new bedroom was way better than any fairy godmother magic. Plus, I think Cinderella had it all wrong. She can keep the glass slippers and the burning desire to be rescued. With Chacos on my feet, friends in my home and wine in my (new!) fridge — I’m set.