Wow- what another crazy Monday. I woke up with a to-do list as long as my arm, and accomplished
(almost) everything on very little of it. I still need to schedule a haircut and get my list together for Nicole’s bachelorette party to be held this Saturday, but I managed to accomplish a few things from my list today, at least.
This arrives on the heels of a crazy week last week, following an Easter weekend out of town, and a crazy week before that.
Two weeks ago, we painted our house. Well, the hallway and the living room, anyway.
Remember, in the fall, I was trying to decide on colors? Well, we’ve decided. And we painted. Well, Ryan painted. I followed him around with a dry paintbrush so I looked productive, and a wet rag to wipe up the drips. Ryan painted. I just tried not to put butt-prints in the wet paint. Tried.
And now, before I fill your brain with more disturbing images, I present to you:
Before. And After.
Obviously, that ugly green carpet still lives here. I’m working on that one, but unfortunately, I’ve hit a bit of a snag in my plan. While I was trying to make a decision on which carpeting I liked best, the store quit carrying my favorite. Of course. So today I stopped to pick some alternatives. Maybe I’ll move quickly enough this time that we’ll actually have a decision made before the color I like is discontinued. Again.
It’s a subtle change, but it’s still made a big difference in here. It’s a sunny color, and the light from our bay window reflects and makes it appear bright and cheery in here, even when it’s not. Big plus! My next challenge is to find new paint colors for the kitchen. It has to coordinate, and I’d like to keep a “warm colors” feel in here. Warm and homey.
I’m in love. I really am. I chose this color to really enhance the natural light coming in from the bay window, and it worked out exactly as I had envisioned. Ryan, on the other hand, was a bit nervous at first. Since paint dries lighter than it goes on, he thought I was subjecting him to life in a pitcher of lemonade. Once it dried, though, I was rewarded with an apology for underestimating my innate awesomeness as an interior designer, and a renewed faith in my abilities.
What can I say? I’m just that good.