Oh my goodness, sometimes I just do the dorkiest darn things. Seriously. Do I even have a brain left?
So a few months ago, here, I painted our eat-in area and kitchen. That was after I had just painted the entire area–and hated it. I chose a color that turned out way toooooo purple for my liking, and yes, I hated it again. That was the third time I had painted this specific area in two years.
I have somehow managed to live with that awful purple for a few months. In my living and learning, I have discovered that purple is so not my color–especially on walls!
Saturday arrived. My hubby had to officiate a funeral. The older boys had a play date. The perfect day to paint my kitchen area. Again.
This time I was determined to get it right. I picked a red color. Red’s a safe color, right? From that teeny, tiny, little swatch thingy I could tell that it was red–but not too red. Just perfect.
(When in the world is someone going to make that teeny, tiny paint swatch thingy bigger? I just don’t get it.)
I got home, put in a DVD for the little kids, and began my painting job.
I applied the first coat. Mmm—red! Actually, very red. Best I continue and apply the second coat, I thought. Surely with the second coat it would tone down just a little? Maybe make it a little darker so that it would not be as bright?
Surely?
Yes, I assured myself that paint always looks way better once the second coat is done. I proceeded to apply the second coat WITH the trim.
What do you know…as it dries the paint gets redder and redder. I don’t mean brownish red, or a subtle red. I’m talking the reddest red there is. Think fire engine red of the brightest, most florescent kind. The walls were glaring!
Anthony walks through the door. One look on his face and I know exactly what he’s thinking…”What in the world is THAT color now, wife?”
Um, yes, Honey, this is red. Very red! Can’t you tell?
After seven hours of painting, and getting the entire job done…yep, I hated it!
I know, I know…why in the world didn’t I just try a small section of the wall? Why not do a little tester before I paint the whole wall?
I seriously don’t know. I just have this thing with paint. Anthony just laughs at me. He has totally given up. His theory is that if I don’t say that I love it at least ten times while I’m painting it…it will be changed.
I woke up this morning and dear husband gave me the look. The one that says, “So wife, when is the red out of here? I know you can’t live with it.”
He knows me too well.
After church, I could not get to the paint store fast enough. I repainted the entire area again this afternoon. A glorious orangey color. Seriously orangey, actually. I finally got to paint the new color on AFTER I had primed the entire wall first. Yep, the red was that red. I had to use primer first.
Do I love the orange? Gee. Well. Ummm. Let’s see. I really don’t know yet. I’ll let you know when I know.
The only thing I am definitely sure of in my tired state is that my arm hurts and my body aches from painting six layers of paint (with the trim) in two days.
Why oh why do I do this to myself? I don’t know. I just have this thing with paint.
I guess my hubby should be grateful–at least my thing is not with gold, or diamonds, or designer clothes. He should be so lucky that I have chosen paint as my thing. Don’t you think?
I can’t help it. I just have to paint our walls—frequently. It’s not like I don’t have anything else to do around here. I mean, life is busy with a big family. The laundry is piled high. Ironing (whatever that is) should probably be done at some point. Closets need to be sorted out (again!). The fridge really should be cleaned. A bedroom needs to be sorted out for Hailee.
But here I am…painting. And repainting.
Anyone need help at their house? I know Anthony would love for me to paint someone else’s house for a change. Poor guy–he’s convinced that if he sits in one place for too long, he’ll either be packed away…or painted!
