I love color. The saddest year of my life was when we moved into a house with soft grey walls. It was like living in a raincloud. I was too depressed to write until they were painted yellow.
Now it is time to paint again and I realized when looking at my favorite paint chips that all my walls are painted in food colors: baquette (a nice bread crust shade), guacamole, butter cream, and vanilla. In the last house, my kitchen was asparagus. I don’t care if the contemporary style is beige or grey or greige or white, I want color. I have it too.
I really love Leann’s red door.
Having said that, I don’t want to be the one to PUT that color on the walls. My painting history is not a happy one. There was the time I stepped in the paint tray. And the time I knocked the paint can over. You get the picture, before I even mention the time my dog’s (the late lamented Smudge) lovely big furry tail got into the paint can and, on hearing screams, the panicked pooch fled up two flights of stairs spraying paint everywhere on the walls and hardwood stairs.
Wasn't me!!!! It was some other dog.
So I’m nervous. Not only do I have to paint, but I have to paint some walls white. By the time you read this, I’ll be at the cottage changing our blue kitchen walls to white. It’s a long story and I’ll show and tell next week.
Will you wish me luck? I’m sure even if the walls turn out white, the air will be blue. I can’t figure out how Michelangelo managed the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel without killing himself, but I’m sure he didn’t step in the paint,
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What about you? Are you a skilled painter? Please supply your tricks of the trade, such as don’t put feet in paint tray. Don’t let me be alone in this. Share your horror stories and opinions. And hey, where’s the paint remover?