When we bought our new house, I knew one of the things I didn't like about our house was the color of the paint in my bedroom. It was an olive green, and I don't love the color green. As the year has gone on, I have done a lot of thinking about the color, and I had decided to paint the room. I knew I should paint the room gray, but somehow, I thought it would be OK if I painted it a very light blue. Boy, was I wrong.
Over Christmas break, John helped me pick a very light blue from the Pittsburg paint book, and we hired our favorite handyman Bryan to paint. Since there isn't anything Bryan can't do, he started straight away, and painted the ceilings to match the existing paint color the off-white color of the rest of the house (getting rid of the olive-drab color that was actually quite dark). He knocked out the whole of the bedroom in 2 days. It shocked John and I how dark the bedroom was. What shocked us even more was how "blue-blue-blue" the paint was I had chosen.
Bryan called the blue "nursery" blue. He said that I didn't pay him to like the color (which was his way of saying he didn't like the color, which was just short of his way of saying he hated the color.) I don't hate the color, but there's so much of the color. I love the color, as it's Tiffany-box blue, but imagine 500 square feet of it! Imagine an entire room of it! Imagine bathing in it...
When Bryan was cleaning up the bedroom, we had agreed that he would paint the bathroom white, I thought, so when I walked into the bathroom last night at 2am, and flipped the light on, imagine my surprise to find that the new paint (now dry) was... BLUE! ACK! Not a dream. My heart, now beating a bit faster... Check again. Yep: Still blue. Hope Bryan will be back again, with white paint...
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