I’m up to my ovaries in painting projects.
And I hate painting.
Like really {REALLY!} hate painting.
To console myself, I find this picture sometimes randomly pops up {or maybe I go looking for it… either way…}.
Do you remember when the entire garden apartment kitchen looked like this? Covered in disgusting, sticky, brown goop. I barely do.
Even though things still aren’t done, it’s a far cry from the disgusting hovel it was last summer.
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…was born in Newark, NJ…
It is SO EASY to forget how far you’ve come when all you can think about is HOW MUCH MORE EFFING STUFF YOU HAVE TO DO. Good for you for taking the time to admire and recognize your amazing progress!
xo
A Fellow Row House Owner/Improver
It totally is!
I love fellow rowhomers! Sitting down with your blog & a chocolate cannoli cupcake are going to be my reward for painting tonight. And suddenly the evening is looking up!
Congrats Carrie!
You’ve come such a far way in very little time. You have a lot to be proud of and that grim and grease has got NOTHING on you!
Love you đ
Melissa
Yick! That’s really disgusting! It’s always fun to look at where you came from, and this will be a huge change.