Bedknobs and Broomsticks

Except I don't have a broom and my bed doesn't have knobs. I painted my doorknobs. Knobs is a funny word when you say it more than once. Actually, I think even saying once sounds a little silly. Knobs. Knobs. Knobs. It should be kuhnobs, you kuhnow, since the K is never ever silent in front of a word.

Anyhow, I spray painted my doorkuhnobs with Rust-O-Leum Oil Rubbed Bronze and I'm in love with the color. I want to spray paint everything now, except I don't have much else to paint. I'll find something, I'm sure. Also, why is spray paint two words? I get that it is essentially a verb and a noun - you are spraying paint - but I still want it to be one word. Or hyphenated.

So I sprayed the paint on the nasty gold doorkuhnobs and locks. Here it is in all its glory:

Gold and gross

I used tin foil because
1) I didn't have anything else, &
2) I saw it on Pinterest.

Fantastico!

Ta da! I mean, I figure if I'm going to have to live here for a while - at least 5 more months and probably more unless I suddenly get a fat raise - I might as well make it pretty. And since I've been in a DIY house reno mood with limited house to D, I want to change everylittlething that I can. Plus, I'm still getting over my "I never had a registry to get the grownup stuff I want" issues so I'm buying the things I want sans registering. Maybe when I finally have a reason to make a list of things I want other people to buy for me, I'll just ask for cash so I can buy new clothes. Or rugs. Or a vacation. Or something else awesome I'll have seen on Pinterest by then.