Kitchen-Before & After


I promised Before and After pictures of my kitchen painting project.  So here they are.  If you can’t tell, the dark blue was the Before color and the sunny yellow is the After color.  I just love it.  The whole process was much harder that I realized it was going to be just because of a few unforeseen incidents.  Also there is the fact that this 63 year old body is not used to spending a lot of time on a ladder.  I forgot how much hard work painting is!!

There are still a few things that are needed to complete the look.  I have blinds and a new ceiling light fixture on order.  So those will be put into place.  Eventually I will change the look of the counter tops and backsplash.  But that will be another time.

I’ve always thought that a kitchen should be light and bright.  This one fits the bill.  Instead of hating the look of my kitchen, now I love it!  It was hard work, but well work the effort.

Have you done a big DIY project that you’re proud of?  Tell me about it!

Thank you for joining me on this journey.  Penny ❤

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Oh, the Joys of DIY


If you’ve been wondering why I’ve been absent lately, the photo above will explain why.  As you can see, my kitchen is quite the disaster here.  This photo shows me ready to repaint my kitchen.  You may like the color (I don’t), but the job they did was terrible.  Very sloppy.  I’ve been in the house for 2 years now, so it’s time.

This will give you a hint to the new color.  🙂

I’ll be back in a few days with AFTER photos.  Meanwhile, take care of yourselves and stay safe. ❤

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Death of the Dream




They told me yesterday that you had passed. I was startled by how
hard it hit me. Your my "Ex". What am I feeling? Why does it feel
like a punch in the gut?

I don't know exactly when we lost it. When it had just.... gone.
You were my forever. You were going to be the last person I
laid eyes on as I took my last breath. Or so I thought; hoped.
In the early days, we were so enraptured with each other, the
world outside of "us" just didn't matter. There were years with
you that I could not believe how incredibly, blissfully, happy
I was. If you looked into my eyes, I knew you were seeing
forever, just as I was seeing it in yours. How did we let that go? We somehow went from not wanting to live without the other to
not being able to stand the sight of the other. How? Years after we parted, I was sitting at a red light in my car
when I suddenly broke down, sobbing at the loss of what we had.
The Treasure, the Dreams that we let slip through our fingers.
The divorce didn't break me. The years of loneliness didn't
either.
It was What We Had Meant To Each Other and What We Had Built
Together. That's what broke me. To Squander such happiness... such love.... It's rare to experience such a depth of passion, bliss,
appreciation, devotion, friendship and love as what we shared.
For that, I am forever grateful for having had you in my life.

I pray that you are at peace.

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson