My sweet Izzy took nap time downstairs to be close to me.
In our current house, I've painted three bedrooms, two of them multiple times now and the kitchen. So, when I decided to paint our small downstairs bathroom, I thought it would be a breeze. Nope. The bright yellow walls we painted almost 16 years ago were stubborn about leaving. Then, the paint color I had so carefully considered looked awful on the walls and I had to prime again. Finally, we found a color everyone is happy with and the bathroom is complete.
From bright yellow to rose marquee.
Do-it-yourself projects tend to make me feel rather proud. Partly, I feel a sense of accomplishment that I was able to complete the project by myself but more than that, I feel a certain satisfaction in knowing that rheumatoid arthritis doesn't currently have control over my life. Sure, I know beforehand I will wake up with sore wrists and I did. My fingers were swollen throughout the process, but not unbearable. It was tough to squat down and paint behind the toilet, but I managed. Rheumatoid arthritis has a way of taking me down at times but when I accomplish something big like a DIY project, it is the best. Somehow, a win against RA even makes the room more beautiful.