Well, we knew this would be a saga, didn't we?
Today began wonderfully. Megan on the floor with my kids while I listened to NPR and drank coffee and patched some holes.
Mom stopped by to lend moral support and reminded me that although change is hard, I did not decide this overnight. I've been working on it in my brain for about 6 years. Sad, but true. And very big of her to do that, considering that I'm painting the walls she so lovingly cleaned and polished for 20 years.
And a friend who shall remain nameless told me that I can decorate as well as any gay man, which just might be the nicest compliment anyone has ever given me.
So with full confidence, I headed into the big project...
It might seem like a good idea to buy your husband a dartboard for Father's Day and hang it somewhere inside. Showing your openness to him having toys in the house and all. But don't do it.
Holes everywhere. I did find that I am an excellent hole-filler. I can patch walls like a pro.
I called River in to leave his message on the wall. We always do this when we paint a room. It occurs to me now that he wrote "Rod".
This is the point at which I began to accept the fact that I had indeed chosen the wrong color. I love this color. Really love it. Went through 6 quarts of sample paint to find it. But its all wrong for the room. I went ahead and did the whole room. It needed primer anyway and I might as well enjoy the color for a brief while.
Eva came home and added her message. Something about Evelyn and Mom and ? ? ! and 1+2=3.
Then the room was finished and the crisis began. The color is named "watery" - a perfect name for us water-lovers. Just like names of my children, names of my paint colors m.a.t.t.e.r. They do. My living room is painted "turkish coffee" and the kitchen is "basil". It matters.
But as it turns out, according to Ryan, this chosen color would make a great underwear color (I assume he means mine?!). Dad stopped by and suggested that we add white polka dots. I agreed. It would look just like the bikini that I won't be wearing this summer.
So, crisis. It looked something like this:
But she was too vague. It came down to 2. I was dangerously close to picking a wretched color because it was called "content". Very close. But went with "meditative" instead.
So "meditative" is on one wall now. Its not perfect, but its ok. And its a really good name. And its still blue-ish, which is what I stubbornly clung to.
All in all, a good day.....Pink got the party started, Adele pulled me through, and Eddie Veder and his ukelele brought me home.
Might change the color again tomorrow. But for now, I'm very very old and very very creaky and must go take a bath to get these aching bones ready for another go-round.