My brain is often bubbling with ideas. It's taken me a good part of my life to realize that I don't have to act on most of them. Hardly any. I could just savor them. In my head. Where they take up less room and don't make me feel guilty.
A couple years ago I bought a piece of linoleum to make a floor cloth. Yada yada yada, this week I actually did it. I should have taken more pictures, but that would have interrupted the flow of the stars aliening, lightening striking and hell freezing over. All I can say is spray paint is inspirational. Plus the stars things.
I have an un-remodeled 50's kitchen. Maybe the 50s. Well, I replaced the countertop because of the buckling, but the rest... maybe 40s?
But the floor cloth looks dazzling.
It was inspired (if I can use that word) by the number of compliments I got on the drop cloth (old shower curtain) I use to spray on. Everyone kept saying - "oh, I like THAT." Ignoring whatever I was actually spraying. I didn't take it personal. An idea went ping in my head. I'm sure it's not original, but it was original in my head. And I actually did it. Plus do you like the edging? Duct tape. It's a pretty old piece of linoleum, so as soon as it starts cracking - more duct tape.
Which is appropriate for the kitchen that it's in.