Once Christmas day is over, I don't like my tree up or anything seasonal around. Drives me crazy.
I came home from work yesterday and dug in. All is taken down, packed away, vacuumed up and nary a sign of Christmas in my house.
When my kids were small, I wasn't this fast at taking things down, I waited until New Years day. By bedtime though, it was all put away.
Now this doesn't mean my house is in order. I started tearing it apart to paint. Everything. The hallway, living room, dining room, kitchen, and the stairway to the basement. And all the trim. The whole house is 1990's neutral with stained trim. I'll take before and after photos.
I had hoped to sell it this past spring, (fat chance, this market and Michigan ... a double whammy) but since I will probably have to hang in here for a couple years, I decided to paint colors. Oh man, do I have some colors picked out too.
I've never lived in a house long enough to redecorate. I have been flipping houses the past 10 years, so by the time it needs repainting, I am out of there. I hope this is more fun that frustrating. I don't paint, so my son is going to be doing it all.
Me paint? It's like Lucy and Ethel all rolled in one, paint from head to toe and on everything but the walls.