Welcome back, Wintergreen Ash by Laura Ashley

I really wanted to paint the kitchen in the new house before we moved in. A) I didn't trust myself to do it later. B) my sister is my hero and always paints before move in day. C) I need a reason to make myself live in this house a LONG time. D) I was hoping the paint smell would remove the dog smell. 

I was going to just tape today, but I felt this urgency. Mostly from my fear the the tape will fall off, and I will have to start over. It is  or that unrealistic of a worry. So, I went all the way. Part of the day and trips to the hardware store were on foot with two kids because my car wouldn't start. But still I pushed onward! 

In the end i started and finished the project in one day with no babysitting or help -- and with very little ignoring of the children. I'm feeling like a stud. The kitchen in our new house is painted ... 7 days before we even start moving in! 

I went with wintergreen ash. Shock of the freaking century. I just love this color so much. I found it when I was nesting with McKenna. I got the bug after work one day to head to Lowe's and buy paint to make a room for Quinn in our basement right before McKenna was born. I wanted to buy yellow. But there was this beautiful picture in the store of this green blue color that reminded me of the ocean and my mom. Actually it reminded me of the Beachhouse my mom has always wanted. I don't think my mom would have this color IN her Beachhouse, but the color reminded me of my mom's desire to have a Beachhouse. It just relaxes me. I bought the yell for Quinn's room AND the wintergreen ash. I painted it in the room that my dad built in the basement for my mom's visits to Utah. And after a few years I loved it so much that I painted my entire kitchen that color. I thought I threw away all the pain samples of Laura Ashley Wintergreen Ash when we left Utah. I wanted to make myself move onto a new color. But I started panicking a few weeks ago when I knew I needed to at least see Wintergreen Ash in order to move on to a slightly different shade. I managed to rip this little house apart and find the one little 2 x 2" square of wintergreen ash that I had left. I almost cried. It was a happy day. But kind of pathetic. Mostly pathetic. But I digress. In the end it was the color for me again. 

It still reminds me of my mom. But now it also reminds me of so many happy memories in Utah. I forget those memories sometimes, so I love having the reminder of how much we grew and how much we learned and how many people we loved (and still love ) in Alpine, Utah. We grew a lot together. I feel like painting our kitchen made us adults. 

I already feel so much better about our new house. And in fact the paint did do a great job of masking the dog smell that still slightly lingers. 

So now I have a boost of confidence in my awesomeness. I have a little less odor. And I have the most peaceful color in the world. Welcome to SPA Fellow ... Or something.