The second hint. You’re so clever! You figured it out right away, didn’t you? Yes, I’ve been painting – those walls that were once a dark cranberry red that I grew weary of a couple of years ago but could not decide what new color I would use. Then I bought a couple of throw pillows for the family room, and another, and then another, and I realized each of them had a turquoise in varying degrees of brightness – like Swan Sea and a shade darker, Gulf Winds. Ah ha! Decision made.
Before I painted the dining area wall looked like this, except for a change made after the picture was taken
After this picture was taken, I got more of the varied tans stucco type paint (fresco, I think Ralph Lauren called it) and splotched more of it on to tone down the too-much red that showed through and the gold.
And now, the new look
I’m not sure if you can see the difference, but the arched area is the darker shade – Gulf Winds. I’ve decided I need new wall hangings for that area, and for the end wall that you cannot see in this photo. I need something with more colors – to break up the blues. Spots of color that jump out and say “hello!” Perhaps tomorrow I’ll go to town and see what I can see. I talked with husband as I painted – when I asked him if he liked it, he responded from up in his place of comfort and peace in the heavens that it was not the color he could have chosen, but he supposed if I liked it that was all that mattered. That was good – I did not expect more. He has always been patient with my whims, in the years before the cancer changed him, and I was pleased that he was back to his real self.
And then, into the morning room, where it had an wall in the same red
Things had gone very well the first day. No incidents to bring sour words from my lips. The morning room was the day 2 project, and it started off well. Started. You’ll note I said “started”. Until I moved to the other side of the arch, arranging the ladder, setting the roller pan of paint on top of the ladder with an extra support under it and climbed up. Until I reached further then I should have from that ladder step one step lower than I should have been. Until I bumped the roller pan. Until the roller pan tumbled down, splattering paint. Everywhere. The photographer in me must have been asleep, because I failed to grab the camera, which was nearby by the way, to document my incident. For some odd reason, my primary concern was cleaning up. The floor had puddles of paint, it was running down the wall – primarily the wall I was going to paint fortunately, it was – a mess! I wiped, I scrubbed, I sprayed the floor with latex paint remover, hauled out scrub bucket and scrub brush, paint came up, mission accomplished! I made some very clean spots on the floor, and discovered that the vinyl floor covering has little flecks of that color in it anyway. Who knew?
The good news is I just bought a quart of the tan paint so I can repaint the arch. And I have the white paint for the baseboard. It could have been so much worse. And it made the story of my painting adventure so much more interesting.
It’s the things that don’t go exactly as planned that add flavor to our lives, don’t you think? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!