all day, i've had a certain phrase running through my mind: "It's better to paint a wall than wash it." That comes courtesy of my wonderful friend Elizabeth, who says her mom used to say that. i couldn't agree more. it's amazing what a fresh coat of paint will do for a place.
of course, when that coat of paint happens to be trim, and you've just finished the whole house and realized you used the wrong paint, and have to add another layer, it's not quite so rewarding.
but it's starting to look good.
except...
we were hoping for an earth-tone neutral kind of colour scheme. but then, well, we got the paint tinted at the local hardware store, where the clerk clearly went to the ice-cream-sundae school of paint mixology. we have spumoni and lemon cream rather than greenish and yellowish. yup, detroit service at its finest...oh yeah, since the paint wasn't purchased there (no clue where it came from, but we found ten cans of paint in the house already), we had to, um, tip the mixology whiz.
here's how the yellow looks so far:
and the green. note also the lovely hole in the floor. that's next to get fixed... although it's been handy for passing stuff down to marc when he's doing plumbing in the crawl space. you know, flashlights, matches, sandpaper, beer...
just for the record, today wasn't all about painting. it also contained:
- a whole lot of tossing out junk into a trailer
- more street excitement when the asphalt truck finally showed up and almost paved our car
- a giant crash that turned out to be a 4'x5' mirror landing on marc's head (he's okay now)
- a homeless guy coming to the door to try and sell us junk that looked suspiciously like the stuff we'd just tossed out into the trailer
- sacha deciding he needed an electric motor to complete the craft project he was working on, and insisting there had to be one somewhere around here, despite our insistence that there really wasn't.
- artichokes for breakfast and lunch, frosted flakes for dinner
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