I'm never one to second guess a paint choice - not even crayola blue for my bedroom or extremely dark brown for my hallway (in the Baton Rouge house, of course). But ironically, now that I'm older, I find myself dreading all kinds of change. I used to love the idea of throwing some paint on the wall and change things up, but now I'm quite fearful of it not looking good.
Ironically, I haven't even started painting yet, but looking at my barely covered primed "weathered denim," I'm oddly sad that it's gone. I guess since we decorated the room EXACTLY as it had been in Baton Rouge made me have something that feels like home. The only difference is that we had more room in it! So now that I'm changing it, it kind of hits home that we aren't in Louisiana anymore. I know, it's totally a ridiculous thing. WE'VE BEEN HERE A YEAR!
I don't know. Maybe I'm just freaking out because it's not actual paint yet and I'm sore from yesterday and tired and THERE ISN'T EVEN PAINT ON THE WALLS YET! Although I did get to sleep in my old bed last night. That was oddly comforting. And I was so tired that maybe I could have slept on the floor and it would have been ok.
Ok, psychotherapy session over with. The dogs are all going in today for vaccinations and that starts in 30 mintues. We'll be going in shifts. I'll take Copper and Rufus first at 1:30 and then B gets to go at 2:30. Then, I'm going back to Home Depot to buy a paint sprayer. Yes, that was the decision T made last night at 1:30 AM when I was so tired and he was finishing the priming for me. So hopefully I'll have some pictures tonight that actually look decent!!
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