In June of 2011, I painted my kitchen cabinets.  I had been itching to since I first walked through the house that became our home.  Several things stopped me.  Number one was my husband.  He just wasn’t ready for me to paint over perfectly nice wood cabinets.  Number two was that we had two babies 19 months apart.  I was willing to refinish floors, paint walls, slipcover furniture and start a business, but painting the cabinets was a bit more than I wanted to tackle.   So, I settled for painting the walls a pale yellow to brighten up the space and waited for the right time to make my move.  You know the move.  The “Hon, I’ve been thinking…” conversation.    (Nothing like a toddler in underwear streaking through a photo shoot.  This was a common thing when my boys were smaller.)   I finally got my chance when I

 When I have trouble with decorating a room, I don’t ignore it.  I don’t shut the door and focus on rooms I do like.  Instead, I decorate and redecorate and redecorate to the point of  ridiculousness until I get it right.  The best example of that is my bedroom.  Since I’m walking you through the current makeover, I thought I would share how it’s changed over the 6+ years we’ve lived in this house.  (My husband says I need a picture of him pulling his hair out somewhere in this post, but I never took one of those…) This is what it looked like when we moved in…      The mauve walls and border were there when we bought the place and the red and yellow fabric was a carryover from my last house.  The furniture pieces were mostly freebies and yard sale finds.  To help you with the