mistake of the day???

I know you want to know. Here's the winner: thinking that I could strip and sand and repaint a piece of furniture without any frustration on a Sunday morning.

I got this cabinet from my grandparents' house. It's just a little cabinet that could be useful and possibly a nice addition to my kitchen. It's got the glass cabinets and all so I can display cool stuff inside, right. Riiiight! So the problem is that the paint is a blah shade of white/beige. Bleh! So about 3 weeks ago my awesome hubby buys me the supplies to strip off the old paint and paint it with a fresher, less blah color of white. It takes me 3 weeks to get to a point of attempting this job but because today had few plans, I thought this would be a good way to spend the morning. Not.

I slapped on the stripper which promptly ate through my paintbrushes. I thought (wrongly) the paint was just going to magically disappear or something. I'm apparently naive to the actual powers of stripper. It just makes the paint bubble, which means I'm supposed to scrub and scrape until it's all gone. There were a couple layers of paint and so the job just became the biggest mess. All I could think was, "I have never been so annoyed" and "Painting the walls in this HOUSE was easier than this." So thinking I've reached a stopping point, wanting to shove the thing back in the corner, shower and go to the mall, I joke to that awesome hubby o' mine about how my usual point of wanting to stop a project at 80% completion, drastically dropped to 30%. He laughs. We're still good at this point people.

He comes inside to help me with the shoving back into the corner part, and in the shuffle, his motorcycle, super cool leather jacket, which was innocently hanging on the back of a kitchen chair gets sloshed onto the floor, where paint had been smushed into the linoleum thanks to my clumsy job of "laying down the plastic." Now, you can guess the result, the anguish, the stomping. So I found a toothbrush and set to scrubbing the smushed paint off the kitchen floor. The whole time realizing, that the mall was probably not an option today or ever as I would probably be buying a new jacket for the now angry hubby o' mine.

Yes, well the paint came off the jacket, "almost." The biggest result and kick in my pants was the hubby showing back up in the kitchen, dragging the cabinet to the front yard and beginning to finish the job I had so haphazardly begun. Now how do I feel at this point??? There's so many options, I'll let you fill in the blank. ______________________. So after being shunned to the front porch to sand the drawers, I eventually sneak my way back into helping and eventually most of the paint has been removed from the stupid cabinet.

I don't care so much for this cabinet anymore. It's not finished. We have to replace boards and stuff now. It's ridiculous. It was supposed to be easy, but instead turned into a bit of a showdown between the newlyweds. Oh well. It was bound to happen, right?