It’s a home improvement weekend
September 2, 2006
My favorite colors for painting walls in my house have names like toasted almond, cracked wheat, or warm oats. Yes, I realize that they aren’t actually colors at all, but rather are shades of white and off-white.
Recently I have been trying to be brave and venture out of my colorless comfort zone. Mostly I have been dragged out by my husband who, it would seem, is born from circus people. That is how much he loves color.
One of the things that was on my to do list was to repaint the mudroom/laundryroom. It was a nice calm Navajo White. Or it was when I first painted it. Now it is still Navajo white on the top 2/3 of the walls, but the bottom third is a mix of dirty fingerprints and scrubbed off paint. Because my children take the name mudroom a little too literally.
So today I was sitting in my breakfast room looking into the mudrom and decided that I would just go and buy paint today and paint the room a new color. Without consulting Rob I would pick a color, an actual real color, and paint the room.
At about 6:00pm while I was perched atop my step stool which was on top of a rubbermaid, because I would rather risk bodily injury than get out the stepstool. You could call me lazy, I don’t mind. Rob called and asked what I was doing.
“I am painting the mudroom.” I said.
“Yes and it isn’t white.”
“How is it going? What color is it?” he asked, a little shocked.
“Oh, you will never guess what color it is. Really, it’s going to be a surprise.”
“Is it white and you are being sarcastic?”
“No. It is a color. A very colorful color.”
“And I would never guess, huh? As long as it isn’t purple! Hahahahahaaa”
But in my defense the purple didn’t look quite so purple on the swatch.
And most importantly. When I sit at my breakfast room table the mudroom is directly in front of me and to my left is this view of my family room:
See all the purple in the stained glass? But, uh now I am not digging the color so much. I feel like I should be stencilling daisies on the wall and hanging gingham curtains. You know while my husband and children practice their juggling skills in the background.
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