It's always something around my house. I just get one project completed when another one rears its ugly head. This latest make-over was my disgusting laundry room sink which has made me cringe in passing every wash day.
The improvement speaks for itself! The question is what took me so long? After all, thirty years is quite a stretch to be annoyed by an eyesore I visited every laundry day. Truth be told, I have to be sufficiently irritated by household ugliness in order to act, and there have been so many other projects on my plate. I finally reached my limit a few weeks ago.
And here is the result. I gaze with approval at the shiny sink and new cabinet every time I pass by, mentally patting myself on the back.
However, I still hate to do the laundry. C'est la vie.