It was fun to be spontaneous. Then we went home where Sean basically did all of the painting while I read Harry Potter. Hey, I did my part. Anyway, much sweat and many layers later, we reorganized the furniture and looked at it.
Sean: "Well... it IS lighter..."
Jen: "Yeah. I mean, we're just not used to it."
Sean: "Yeah, we'll give it a few days."
Jen: "And then we'll put stuff up on the walls. THAT'S what it needs, yeah..."
After all that was done, we surveyed the scene once more and finally I couldn't pretend any longer.
"I hate it!!!"
Sean: "Me too!"
Jen: "Ugh, we have to get rid of it NOW!"
So we decided on a slatey-blue with a touch of lavender, a bit of warmth. The next Thursday I went back to the store and collected as many paint color tab things that came even remotely close to our envisioned color. That night we debated and deliberated and compared and contemplated and finally, FINALLY decided on a color. Violet Mist. To commemorate the birth and death of the yellow walls, I wrote a poem:
My eyes have been painted over
Blindness is all I see,
But not for long, for come tomorrow,
I went back the next day, got the bucket and geared up. Here is me ready to paint with a vengeance.
Here are some "before" pics
Here are some "during" pics
(not so easy, writing with a paint roller.)
Sean came home and finished off for me just as i was passing out and my arms going completely numb.
And here is me after, all sweaty. Actually i look just as sweaty as in the before pic from carrying the cursed bucket home.
But here are our walls all nicely painted!
Do you love it or love it? Because we love it. HUGE improvement, and the yellow is no more.