I began prepping the cabinets and drawers by emptying and washing them down and then wiping them down with a liquid deglosser to remove the shine. This was a great opportunity to clean out 13 years of spices in a top cabinet I never use and also lots of packaged food long past the expiration date. I basically ended up with salt, pepper and garlic powder when the dust cleared. I then took my teeny tiny electric screwdriver ( it kind of looks like a glue gun) and laboriously removed every drawer and cabinet and numbered them with corresponding ziploc bags of the screws and hinges to go with each cabinet. I even created a schematic on my whiteboard of the cabinet setup. I was so impressed with myself. You would have thought this would insure I didn’t lose any screws or get them mixed up. If you believe that you clearly don’t know me well yet.
Once I got everything set up I began to paint. I have a confession to make, for the most part, I hate painting. Several years ago I painted my living room, dining room, sun room and hallway. It took a whole summer to complete. I can still see the drips and paint spots on the ceiling. So as I set out to paint the cabinets, I forgot all about my love/hate relationship with painting. I used a roller and brush and began to apply the paint. The paint kept squishing over and it looked all drippy. No matter what I did it looked uneven and generally crappy, to use a technical term. After an emergency phone conversation with my father, who is my DIY 911 consultant, I learned I was using too much paint on the roller. So, i tried again, but i never seemed to get the hang of it with the first coat. I vowed I would do better with the second coat.
Once I painted one side, i put them down on sheets on the floor. This was immediately a bad decision, because my dog Abby decided to step on one of the cabinets and I had to stop and remove the paint from her paw. Abby is a 14 year old Jack Russell Terrier who owns the house. She is the kind of dog who immediately lies down on top of freshly folded laundry, the outfit I just laid out to wear to work, the remote control or any papers that I might be working on at the time.
By the time I put the second coat on I had gotten the hang of going back over the drips and sort of smoothing it all out. I came home after work one day and looked at the completed two coats. I realized two things, first it needed a third coat and second I hated the color. It was too beige and just looked blah. The more I looked at it the more I hated it. Now what was I going to do?