If it’s possible to be in love with a porch, then I’m in love with ours.
Or at least, I am now. Before a couple of weeks ago, I wasn’t. But do you know what? A little paint can transform even the dingiest, most boring back porch into a masterpiece.
Well, certainly not a Picasso-Michelangelo-Titian type of masterpiece, but definitely a masterpiece of the I-usually-can’t-paint-anything-and-have-it-look-even-halfway-decent variety.
I completely forgot to take a before picture (something I’m developing a habit of), so I did a little digging and found a picture from a while back. With chickens, of course. This is me, after all 🙂
And now, for the transformation process. Sans chickens.