Red, Red Room
December 6, 2005
I am sitting here typing on my new laptop. Hallelujah!
When the UPS man pulled up in front of my house I pushed my children out of the way as I ran out the front door and jumped up on the truck before it was brought to a complete stop and kissed the UPS man. Okay, I exaggerate slightly. I did wait for the van to come to a complete stop.
Now I just have to figure out how to get all my stuff off of the old computer’s hard drive and on to this one. But I’m trying not to think about that right now. You know how there are always other people telling you to make copies of all your files and important stuff you have saved on your computer and you always mean to get around to doing it, but never do? Well, I’ll join their voices and hope someone heeds my warning.
One of the things that has been on my endless to-do list this week was painting my dining room. Specifically, painting my dining room red. I have mentioned before that my idea of the perfect wall color is in the white family and red couldn’t be farther from that.
It is such a labor intensive color to paint. The “grey” primer which made me feel like I was trapped inside of Barney the dinosaur such was the purpleness of the color.
I painted the first coat of red paint on the walls and stood back surveying the walls. It didn’t look the swatch. It is a much deeper red than I had intended. But I was thinking I might like it anyway. Or to be completely honest, hating the idea of repainting enough to live with the color.
My 11 year old came up next to me and stood with me. “It looks really cool, Mom.”
“You think? Because I wasn’t sure I like it.” I answered.
“Yeah, it looks like blood. Like someone smeared blood all over the walls,” he excitedly said.
And I was relieved. Because that was precisely the look I was going for. I might just paint Helter Skelter on the walls to complete the ambiance.
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