Last year I painted one kitchen wall with chalkboard paint. The result was dramatic, but also functional. The kids have half the wall reserved for them to doodle and draw to their hearts' content...as long as they keep their dusty paws off MY side. My clean, pristine section is mine all mine. It's where I proudly display our weekly menu. I get a great deal of satisfaction looking at it. It makes me feel organized. And on top of things. And hungry. Sometimes I drool.
When I host a party, I clean off my children's renderings and use their side to display words relating to the theme of the night. For example, during an 80's party I wrote; gnarly, gag me with a spoon, bogus, dude, grody, stoked, tubular, etc.
This puts the fun in functional right?
Until of course, your guests have a few drinks, you leave the room, they find your chalk and start defiling your pride and joy.
One night, I asked guests to make a running list of recommended movie rentals. This is what they came up with. Nice. Very helpful.
And look what happened to my beautiful and carefully appointed weekly menu after three separate parties...
The ironic part of that last picture? My MOTHER did that. While babysitting she changed my clever "fetta-cini" to "fatta-cini" and drew a fat bum with an arrow pointing to it. Well played Grandma. Just wait until I come to your house next. I'm going write on your wall. And since you don't have a functional chalkboard, Imma gonna to have to use marker.
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