Advice, Good and Otherwise

Several things were brought to my attention recently. In no meaningful order, we're famous (again), our fan was ravenous for a post, I would be well "rewarded" for painting our fireplace, but I would never ever be rewarded again if I didn't write a post.

AHEM. So, here I am. Let us proceed.

Firstly, Betsy Speert responded to Starr's plea for kitchen redecoration ideas on her blog. Her suggestion to do precisely what we'd already decided to do paint was carefully considered as we gazed upon our freshly painted kitchen walls. In spite of the fact that Starr insisted I'd never paint again after the last paint job, I'll give you three guesses who did the majority of this work. Since I paint even sloppier than I write, Starr has to inspect my work to find and correct any drips or streaks before things get too sticky.

Painted.

Painted. For the un-initiated, that phallic device is a Yonanas machine that
does indeed turn bananas into ice cream.

I took other pictures showing the whole friggin' thing, but the room was so insanely messy that I thought I might get punched in the teeth if I posted it on the web. Clean up? Not happening this late. Just know that there's no fake wood panel left unpainted in the kitchen!

The fireplace, on the other hand... it's a work in progress.

Okay, I lied about posting pictures of the whole mess.
I forgot to take a picture of the fireplace by itself.
Sorry, Starr!

The "bricks", as I'm certain Starr's already enlightened you, are actually tiles. Tiles. Tiles that are all textured to add to the authenticity, and thusly a severe pain in the wrist to paint, which makes it much more difficult to paint two days in a row. At least every fifth "brick" is a proper pain to properly paint. It'll be a while before I get to touch a boob again.

Finally. Here's a cat picture.

Don't be fooled by the innocent "Brrrrrrrt?" look. He's a very bad kitty.
He's also currently keeping my feet warm.