Several years ago, when we first put color on the mud room walls, I, not realizing the error of my ways, chose paint with a matte finish. I loved the idea of having a flat color on the walls, but didn't realize that it would pick up every single fingerprint and speck of dirt in the air, and that washing it with a damp, lint-free towel would do nothing to improve its appearance, but rather, would make it look infinitely worse.
So it is with great happiness that I show you this:
Thanks to my dear friend Connie, who gifted me with her time and talents last week, covering that horrible matte with a new coating of satin. Same color (Roasted Pepper by Miller), but amazingly better and fresher look.
I am so happy!
That door you see leads to the laundry room, hence the pile of baskets, since I am in the midst of washing clothes today.
The #12 Red Wing crock on the floor is the home to every miscellaneous scarf, hat, or glove that the family keeps in circulation. The #2 belonged to my Great-Grandparents (see preceding 2 posts), and the #3 was purchased to keep it company.
The oh-so-primitive cupboard was bought for a song at a local antique show (gotta love the smeared finger stains on the front!), and houses most of our shoes.