A Room Fit For Hannibal
September 15, 2007
My 10 yr old son and I painted his bedroom yesterday afternoon.
This was a long time coming. We went to the paint store more than once and picked out paint swatches. We narrowed it down and brought home a paint sample, which we rejected for being too dark.
We went back to the paint store and using one of Benjamin Moore’s helpful charts that showed co-ordinating colors picked a color that matched his sheets and comforter.
So excited we were. We came home and immediately (five days later) began painting.
I knew when I opened the can that we were in trouble. It looked rather peach like. Tra-la-la, I ignore it.
And so we paint. I wish that I could say that any reservations I had melted away as I saw the lovely color paint up on the walls. But sadly that is not so.
But we painted on with our $35 a gallon non-returnable paint. My son was happy with it. Probably because he was just happy to be using the roller and painting his name is huge graffiti-like letters on the walls.
After we finished for the day, I stepped back and looked around the room. It is the color of flesh.
I turned to my son, “It takes the lotion and rubs it on it’s skin.”
“Yeah, you’re weird.” he replied.
I am waiting to see how the room looks with the different lighting of different times of day. I really don’t want to have to repaint the room. Maybe we can just hang up lots of posters? Or keep the lights off?
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