I am so pooped right now, I can hardly budge. Consider this post a testament to how much you all mean to me, because my pillow is really calling my name.
Yesterday the painting commenced at the new/old house. The first room on the agenda is the master bedroom – soon to be Mom’s room.
It’s kind of a weird thing – once I finish a painting, I rarely look at it again. Well, of course, I see it on the computer as I load it to my website and here and other places.
But I mean the actual paintings – I just don’t really look at them when they’re done.
So it didn’t bother me in the least to have this old one painted over.
And I’m loving the new warm color.
Look at how the color flows from the living room knotty pine into the warmth of the bedroom.
Yay! ‘Bout this time, I’m thinking, “I just may be pretty good at this pickin’ color thing!”
At my age, I have had a bit of practice, you know.
Oops . . . wait a minute. Look up. No, up in the picture. The ceiling. Do you see it? White, right?
I know better. I really do! It’s one of the 1st things I learned from Christopher Lowell – paint the ceiling the next lightest color on the paint strip so the light reflects beautifully around the room. And paint all the trimwork the very lightest color on the strip. It’ll look white, but it will contain the hues of the wall color.
I thought I could get away with it leaving the ceiling alone and move on to another room.
Nope, it’s the first thing Mom noticed – “The ceiling looks blue!”
Ugh. I was too tired yesterday to deal with it. But I knew the off-the-shelf white enamel I bought for the closet doors and trim would be the wrong white.
So, first thing this morning, I drug my tired and aching body over to Home Depot.
Along with Sadie.
She has a bit of an issue with shopping carts.
Hmm. . . maybe it’s the orange.
My 2nd Home!
One of these days, I’ll try and write a post based on Christopher’s theory that every color can be a neutral. It’s a fabulous theory, and it really does work. It’s all in picking the hue – not too much red or yellow, not too much green or blue. Right smack in the middle.
A color wall like this really helps. For a while, the paint companies went whacko and did all kinds of color chip displays. (psst – some still do!) But give me this rainbow of hues and shades, thank you. It makes it so easy to find the perfect color.
If your favorite paint doesn’t set their samples up like this, ask for the “book” at the paint counter.
They’ll have one. A big ol’ book full of tons and tons of hues and shades. Many more than on display. The books are set up like the rainbow, which makes choosing colors – and the perfect hue – soooo much easier!
Okay, back to Mom’s house. The middle color, Country Lane, is the wall color in the bedroom. Looks darker on the chip, doesn’t it?
I thought so too. I held it up to the wall and, yep, it’s the right color.
I decided to run the same color on the ceiling. The room is large and the ceilings are high and I’m hoping the room can ‘take it’.
But I did pick up some trim enamel in Angel Food. Looking at the paint in the can, you’d swear it’s white.
In the dining room, the walls are a creamy color too. I painted them 4 or 5 years ago, so I don’t really remember. But, once again, I didn’t touch the trim and cabinets.
Don’t they look greyish-blue? Even more in person, believe me.
I tucked the paint chip so you could see – even with a cardstock chip – what a difference the color will make.
A lot more work than I had planned on, but it’ll be worth it.
And I came across a pleasant surprise in the garage.
Isn’t this a fabulous door!?! Missing a pane of glass, but paint chipping everywhere.
I almost hate to clean it up because I’m afraid some of the chippies will come off.
That, and I have absolutely no idea what to do with the dang thing.
Ah, but this was the best surprise this morning!
BBH was already halfway done with the ceiling by the time I got there.
I gave him a quick peck, a fresh pot of coffee, and headed back to other house to pack some more.
I. AM. POOOPED!