NO — I am definitely not talking about my husband today. Well, I suppose I could; the poor guy is having to put up with a lot these days.
But, no, today there is another man worthy of discussion on the ol’ blog: Poppi.
Who is Poppi?
Oh, just the man who expanded my closet space, the man who put up baby gates so the Little Lady doesn’t fall down the stairs, the man who painted my bathroom, the man who fixed the drywall work that Hubby “tried” to do . . . and, most important of all, the man who REPAINTED MY HORRIBLY UGLY KITCHEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously, who is Poppi?
The Little Lady’s Grandpa — my husband’s father — my sweet father in law.
And the only man in my life who does any kind of work around my house.
(Sorry, Hubby, but even you know it’s true.)
This past week, Poppi was here and he took pity on a sad little pregnant Mama . . . pity that her husband certainly didn’t show her. You see the sad little pregnant Mama (ok, ok, I’m talking about me here) was depressed over the state of her kitchen.
Once upon a time, I thought my kitchen needed to be green. I love green . . . all shades, but I never found the right hue for my kitchen. What I ended up with was a florescent, jarring color that shocked everyone who entered the room.
It was really, really ugly.
Since I realized my mistake, I have tried to find the perfect, new color. Don’t worry, a few months ago — I found it and blogged about it: Bonjour Beige.
(Come on — how was I NOT going to blog about the experience of buying paint. What’s more interesting than that?)
But, my husband refused to help me paint and the Little Lady was all too eager to help. My paint sat on the shelf, waiting for the day when SOMEONE would use it for greatness.
Last week, Poppi was that someone.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh . . . .I love looking into my kitchen now. It’s beautiful, calming, and magazine worthy. My antique platters and dishes glisten on the soft taupe background; my daughter throws less fits under the spell of the new paint; heck, I even COOK better in this new room.
All because Poppi is a painting genius.
Hubby, why would you let your father show you up like that?????