A weekend's work

Yup, we really did it. We painted our cabinets. Our friend Denae (she's on my links) blogged back in November about redoing hers, black island and all, and we loved it. Granted she did it the right way-- with the sander, the sprayer, and the professionals. We just primed and painted. Scary, and totally faux pas (sp?) I'm sure. We were a little terrified as we watched the brush strokes form and realized there was no going back, but frankly, as you can see from the before picture, we had nothing to lose. The standard cabinets they put in these houses aren't only a bummer stain, they're not even real wood, so we couldn't even sand them if we wanted to. I figured even if up close you could totally tell they were painted, brush strokes and all, it would still improve my mood every morning to come out to such a fresh palette of colors in my kitchen. So we love it. There's just one problem.

When I went to get my white paint, I had it in my head that all I needed was a can of pure, sitting-on-the-shelf, ready-to-be-purchased, white paint. It didn't help that I had Sophia on her 3rd errand in the afternoon, with a newly diagnosed ear infection, squirming and fussing on my hip... so I figured I didn't exactly have the luxury of being picky. After finishing the paint job, we looked through a Pottery Barn catalog to see where to place the hardware. We were then confronted with many a beautiful kitchen or bathroom with a much creamier set of white cabinets. Hmmm. I didn't say anything at first for fear that Ross would laugh (or worse) at the idea of fixing our JUST labor-intensively fixed cabinets.... but last night it all came out.

He's on board. Who'd have thought my husband would want the creamy Pottery Barn cabinets at the expense of another night of slave labor in the kitchen too!? Yay! So until we have the "after" after pictures, here are the before and after pictures (backwards for the blog's aesthetics).... with one thrown in of Ross in action.