Art vs Life

What is art and what is just life?

Maybe I’m crazy but I don’t think I’ll ever quite figure this one out.

We’re as busy as ever. The only art I’m allowed these days, or at least till we get our house on the market, is skill in craftsmanship, choosing paint colors, remodelling and design.

Yes, we probably could host our own reality house flipping show. We’ve remodelled and flipped a few but without the stress of cameras rolling, watching all our trial and error.

Now we’re remodelling the house we’ve lived in for the past 14 years.

Paint anyone?

Over the years we’ve worked on 4 old houses for various reasons and have a large storage closet filled with partial gallons of paint. It’s rather ironic after all these years to finally be so flush with paint. This house is also the first house we bought. We were a young couple with not a lot of money but a lot of love. Buying even 1 gallon of paint was a stretch, so we formed a plan and committed to improving and painting just one room every year. In a day and age of instant gratification that is mind blowing.

When you’re young and money is scarce you’re cautious but over time you randomly pick up knowledge, ability and leftover paint and it doesn’t seem to matter so much if you follow all the rules or what the room color is… So you try new things.

I never would have mixed random paint in the old days to make a full gallon but 14 years later I’m mixing with abandon. All those art lessons are coming in handy and I’m using my color knowledge to make some really cute colors for the next owners.

So now freshly patched and primed walls in the kitchen go from this kind of blah…