My kitchen had no backsplash. I found this very odd. How does a ten year old house make it through life without acquiring some kind of backsplash?
Maybe the previous owners had the same issue I did, which is that I didn’t want to bother with tiling it when I knew I would replace the counter… someday… No way I was going to tile the backsplash only to possibly have a good portion of it destroyed if and when the counter had to go.
I needed something temporary, that I could do, that would bring a little extra something to my kitchen, and possibly more durability. It was a tall order. I googled many variations of “diy backsplash” before I struck gold. Chalkboard paint. Colored chalkboard paint.
I set out to get rustoleum chalkboard paint in garnet. I’m typing that out with the hopes that google bots will eventually find it, because I couldn’t find pictures of it. Aren’t garnets lovely? The picture on the box was a nice deep red. Little darker than this.
Apparently that picture actually meant this color
It was awful. I’m only exaggerating a little.
Once I got my paint, fresco red is what we went with, I did it the lazy man way and taped everything up. My mom paints to perfection without tape, honestly. I threw on tape and plastic tarp like it was going out of style though. Even if I was feeling brave, I don’t even know what brand of paint was used on the rest of the house, never mind have a bucket on hand for touch-ups, should I accidentally paint some of it fresco red…
Here’s after one coat. This is the time where you would freak out if you don’t realize that dark colors will look like garbage after the first coat. It’s normal. This paint also has a different texture than regular paint, so that adds to it.
And after the second coat
I’m doing one more coat today, and I think we should be good. I can’t draw on it for some ridiculous amount of time though. Three days, I think. So that’s when you get to see it with its third coat, without the blue tape, the stove back in place, and what the heck, we’ll draw on the walls a little.
Last year I bought a large box of Christmas books off ebay, and picked 25 of them to wrap up. Starting Dec. 1st, we let LG open one every evening. I like this because it’s a tradition that can grow with your child(ren). Last year we only read the book. This year we sing a Christmas song, and then open a book. Maybe next year we can sing, read a scripture, open a book.
Next year I’ll attach numbers to the wrapping paper, so she can make sure she has the right day. I didn’t bother this or last year, and the only one that has a tag is the one I want read on Christmas.
Here is hubs, going through the box to pick out the books for this year. He did that while I was making ornaments, I’ll post more on that later.
This is where we keep them
At night, we put one under the tree for her to find. She’s got it all figured out by now, so she grabs it and runs it over to us while yelling, “oh book!”
I made these last year, and let me say that they were ridiculously delicious. I see variations of this all over the place, but they mostly require you to have certain kind of candy on hand, which I did not. So I used what was in the house, and this is what I came up with.
I made two kinds. The one on the right is a milk chocolate hershey bliss with melted butterscotch drizzled on top. And yes, I did eat that ugly one in the front. I would never put the recipient through the grief of an ugly chocolate;)
The one on the left has the same kind of chocolate, with white chocolate drizzled on top. What makes this guy special though, is that I spread a layer of peanut butter on each pretzel before put the chocolate on top.
If I were going to layer them when giving away, I’d have done a thicker layer of PB, and then dipped the bottom in chocolate to seal it, but no such issue here. I just put the PB ones on bottom and the butterscotch ones on top. Just in case anyone is confused, melt the bliss (or whatever you have on hand) onto the pretzel, then drizzle. Let these guys cool for a loooong time.
And don’t mind my stove knobs hanging out on the counter, that’s how we keep little girl from poisoning us.
Anyway, my stance is that experimenting with chocolate rarely goes badly… now go eat some chocolate.