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I painted the island and our marriage survived.

by | Aug 19, 2015 | DIY | 4 comments

My husband and I are opposites.  You can bet money on it opposites. Most of the time it works out really well. Well as in we can go to a restaurant and if he has an entrée that he doesn’t like, I inevitably will like it, and visa versa. Well as in we can buy each other clothes if we pick the opposite of what we originally think the other would like. Well as in he can settle me down when I am being a spaz about something and I can reassure him that if we deviate from the set in stone plan of mowing the lawn on Saturday morning and move it all the way to Sunday, it will be okay.

But sometimes, every once in a while, the old adage that opposites attract is a myth. That day reared its ugly head last year when we bought a new house.

The kitchen was beautiful, move in ready, don’t need to change a thing perfection.

But I needed to make the kitchen my vision, not the previous owners. I wanted to paint the base of the island. Not anything else, just the base of the island. I wanted it to be an antique white to break up all of the brownness going on in the kitchen.

Definition of BROWNNESS:  the quality or state of being brown

So much brown.

Wade had some valid bullet points as to why we shouldn’t change it.

  • You don’t paint wood
  • You never, ever, ever paint Hickory wood
  • The kitchen looked great
  • He would have to do the clean up
  • What if some day we didn’t want it painted?
  • You never, ever, ever paint Hickory (said in bold this time)

Very valid points right? and I acknowledged those bullet points!

And then I waited until he went out of town for work and I painted the island. 🙂

Doesn’t it look so much brighter and settled and hgtv’d?  I loved it!

Then the next day Wade came home. I heard the garage door go up and I held my breath, and waited on the couch for him to come in through the door from the garage that leads straight into the kitchen. He did….and said, nothing.  Oh he saw the island, you can’t miss the island. But he said nothing. I welcomed him home and we continued our daily routine as if nothing had changed or been painted.  🙂

You see the other opposite we share is that Wade is a very, very patient man. Let’s just leave it at, I am not patient.

I however did wait two whole days before I brought up the painted island. Here’s how that conversation went:

Me: Did you notice the island?

Him: I did.

Me: Do you hate it?

Him: I do.

Me: Why?

Him: The wood is hickory! You never, ever, ever paint hickory!

After a few more minutes of debate, we compromised that I would not be painting any more of the kitchen and he would stay married to me.  🙂