A finished project. Chalkboard refridgerator

I’ve actually completed a project! In my last post I mentioned the Pinterest challenge. Basically it was to complete one project that had been pinned to my personal Pinterest page. I chose to do work on my old icky refrigerator. I’m going to apologize in advance for my iphone photos.

So this is how it looked when I started. Well actually it looked really gross and dirty. This is how it looked after I cleaned it with a magic eraser. If you haven’t used a magic eraser, you need to go buy a box. They are amazing. It really is magic.

Next step was removing the handles. I just left the little screws because I wanted to replace the handle. I painted around them.

Then I sanded the whole thing lightly with my electric sander. It has a little dust catcher filter so it wasn’t too messy.

Then I primed the whole thing with Rust-oleum primer for metal. I let it dry overnight.

After the first coat of chalkboard paint I wasn’t feeling so confident. Um..that looks weird..and streaky. I’m not sure about this project, but I’ve come this far so I’m going to keep on keeping on. Oh, I used a tiny little foam roller to apply both primer and paint. The paint was the valspar brand from Lowes, although I know rust-oleum makes chalkboard paint also.

And here is the final result, 3 coats later. Now I still have to wait a few days for the paint to set completely, and then cure the fridge with chalk before I can start drawing, but overall I’m happy with the look.

I probably should have emptied the fridge, and left it open to paint the “inside part” because I didn’t really think about it, and the white showing between the doors really bothered me. So I tried to paint it and almost painted my doors closed… opps. So when you open the doors it looks like this. Not cute.

But it was an easy weekend project, and I’m happy with the outcome. I feel so accomplished every time I walk into the kitchen, so I deem this project a success.

Updated pictures with actual chalk and random stuff:  I discovered that you need a damp cloth to clean the chalkboard or it just smudges and looks messy, as you can see in the picture below. But normal chalkboards are like that anyway so I’m not worried about it. They do make chalkboard markers, that might keep things less dusty if you are worried about it.  Also, the four layers of paint did not make a difference on the magnetic ability of the fridge which I was worried about, since one of the tutorials I read said they used a few layers of magnetic primer under the chalkboard paint. So I just saved you a step. You are welcome.🙂

So fun!

Check out the projects from the girls who inspired all of this activity in my house.

And while your at it, check out the post with the amazingly funny/akward video they issued to get the challenge started. So silly. Click here to watch the video on Katie’s blog.

Half-finished Kitchen: Pinterest Challenge

I live in a world of half-finished projects. Boyfriend and I are idea people. Big ideas. We are constantly dreaming up new and exciting projects to do around the house. Our problem is follow through. You see, we like to dream more than we like to do. Most nights we don’t even finish washing the dishes. It’s a little sad..and a lot smelly. So all these dreams get talked about, and so very few get completed.

For example, earlier this month, we decided to take down the little slab of granite that makes up our backsplash, and replace it with tile. We got the backsplash off. We ran into some complication, and boyfriend’s Papa had to come and help us. It involved the over the stove vent/microwave..and a very stuck piece of granite. (Microwave has been killed retired moved to a new location) This complication, coupled with the unexpectedly overwhelming cost of glass tile really took the steam out of our project. So the kitchen looks a little like this, three weeks later:

Okay, not exactly like that. I actually patched up the walls and painted them. But I don’t have a picture of that. We also have tile samples taped to the wall. We are fancy like that.

Anyhow, the point of this post is that I want to follow through with more projects. It took me 6 months to finish installing the bookcases for our “built in library”. I know houses are always a work in progress, but that’s a little intense. So, when one of my favorite home/diy blogs Younghouselove posted a new Pinterest challenge, I decided this was my chance to jump on board and get stuff done.  The goal is to have one pinned project done by Tuesday. I recently pinned a lovely kitchen with a chalkboard painted refridgerator. I happen to have a very ugly hand-me-down fridge (thanks mom! Free stuff is awesome when you just bought a house!) that could use a facelift. (that is an understatement)

Isn’t it adorable? sigh.

So wish me luck as I work this weekend to turn my old fridge into something delightful. Check back on Tuesday to see if I finished it on time or not!


The Tale of Why I Refuse to Eat at Burger King. Or, How Practical Jokes Can Scar Your Children for Life.

There was a conversation recently between boyfriend and myself about fast food chains, and who made the best burgers and fries. When Burger King came up, I mentioned that I have never eaten at Burger King, and I refused to do so on moral principle. This brought strange looks from the boyfriend, and it prompted me to tell him the following story.

Birthdays growing up wavered between being a big deal, where you get to decide all the elements of your day and have lots of fun, and getting to chose what dinner you had on your birthday night. I’m assuming the wavering had to do with how much money my parents had at the moment. The year I turned 8 my parents were feeling generous. They asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday.

I had recently been not invited to a classmate’s birthday party at Chuck E Cheese, which was a great disappointment to me. I felt as if the whole school had gone, and everyone of my classmates described this place as some sort of childhood nirvana. You were nothing if you haven’t been to Chuck’s place. I, of course, was too cool to pretend to be impressed, and never responded to a single comment. But my heart burned with jealousy at the thought of endless pizza and arcade games. So of course, when my parents offered me the chance to decide on birthday celebrations, I immediately picked Chuck E Cheese.

For a few days I reveled in the fact that I was going to experience the best birthday ever. And of course I didn’t invite a single one of my classmates. This was going to be just for me. I put on my best outfit on my birthday, and was practically bouncing with excitement. We piled in the car and headed on the way. After a few minutes of driving we turned into a parking lot. It was a Burger King. Color me confused at this point.

Actually, let’s side track for a minute. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am highly emotional and sensitive. To the point that love songs bring me to tears sometimes. It’s a little ridiculous. I take everything personally. Part of this sensitive nature involves me having the inability to take a joke. I take everything seriously. I don’t understand most of the time that someone is even telling a joke. I’m slightly better at this now, and have adopted a biting sarcastic tone in my everyday life, although I suspect this is merely a defense. If I tell the joke first I don’t have to worry about not getting a joke and having my feelings hurt. So keep this in mind as we go to the next part of the story; I don’t get jokes.

Here we are, at the Burger King parking lot. There is no Chuck E Cheese in site. Just this burger joint.

So I turn to my parents and ask “Why are we stopping here?”

Step-dad looks at me and says ” Oh well, we know you aren’t picky, so we decided to come here instead. It’s cheaper and they have a play area.”

Well, okay. Remember the sensitive girl here? I’m completely devastated. But I have manners. We don’t complain when someone gives us a gift, no matter how much we hate it. I refuse to let them know I’m disapointed. I immediately paste a happy smile on my face.  I can feel the bubbles in the pit of my stomach. Not those happy excitement bubbles, those popped the second the words left Dad’s mouth. Now I’m just a ball of pure dread and detestation. Burger King? They have a ball pit.. and a slide. I’m not a baby. I’m 8 for goodness sake! What on earth am I going to do in a ball pit? And where is the pizza? And what am I going to tell my classmates? My brave face goes on. My voice cracks as I say “oh, okay.” and beg myself not to cry and seem ungrateful.

I start to open the car door to walk towards what I have decided is the worst birthday celebration of my life by this point. (Why yes, I am a drama queen)

And all of a sudden, my parents burst into laughter.

 “Hahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” The memory of the sound of their mirth pounds into my brain to this day. I turned to them, confused.

“Just kidding!” Mom says, barely choking back her laughter.

“You should have seen your face!” Dad bellows out between guffaws.

 When they finally catch their breath and still their laughter, they explain that they were just playing a practical joke, and that we were actually going to Chuck E Cheese. I looked at them confused. And wondered why they were trying to break my heart and ruin my birthday. And why on earth they thought this was fun. When the tears, a mixture of relief and complete frustration/anger finally began to run freely down my face, my parents started laughing again. It probably took me a good 20 minutes to get out of the car once we actually arrived at Chuck E Cheese, much to my parents frustration.

 I may have played at Chuck E Cheese, and ate my weight in pizza. But the unbridled joy of my 8th birthday had effectively been squashed. I didn’t tell a single soul what I had done for my birthday. And I’ve never looked at Burger King, or my parents the same way since. I will never eat Burger King, and I will never let anyone plan my birthday celebrations for me.


Hi. I am WordyGirl. My favorite word is Pleonasm, and my second favorite word is Verbosity. They sound awesome  in your mouth. Try them out. Awesome right? Just me then? Moving on.

Whenever I am about to tell a story, and boyfriend is in the area, he warns people: “Whatever she tells you, go ahead and divide by seven, she loves to exaggerate.” And I always respond, “I am not exaggerating, I’m coloring in the grey areas.” Both of those statements contain sound advice and truths. I’ll never lie to you, but I may make my stories a bit more colorful.

I do not know what this blog will be about. I try not to define myself. Well besides calling myself wordy. That’s just being honest. I know that blogs are usually about something specific. Craft blogs, design blogs, cooking blogs. This is just my chronicles. It will have all of that. It will maybe have short stories and poems too. Maybe jokes. Maybe pictures. Or maybe not.  I hope something here can reach and inspire someone that needs it. I study English Literature, but my grammer does not reflect that fact. Sorry. Actually, I’m not sorry. I am not a fan of self-editing.  

One of my favorite authors is John Steinbeck.  Have you read East of Eden? You  should. It may change your life. It changed mine. But that is because everything you read becomes a part of your identity.

The article on mold I read last night is part of my identity.

This blog may change your life. But don’t take that too seriously. You are probably not going to sell all your worldly possessions and join a cult after reading this blog. It’s not that kind of change. Maybe it’ll just make you laugh or think for a second. My goal is to at the very least keep you occupied for a few minutes. So welcome to my world.