The day the paint hit the wall

As of late, I have been wanting to improve my environment.  You know, make it prettier, more inviting.  With that being said, I knew we needed to paint our living room and kitchen.  The bleak wall color is more than I can handle.  It's not bad, just blah.  After much thought, I picked out a paint color and began the task of painting our large living room (with tall ceilings) yesterday. 

I was on the first wall when my husband came out and I asked what he thought.  He did not give much of an answer either positive or negative, so I kept on painting.  Do the trim, climb up and down the ladder, away I went.  I had predetermined my stopping time, regardless of where I was on the job.  I loved seeing color on the wall, but it was not quite what I thought it would be.  However, I am a "go until the job is done, dive in and go full force" kind of gal.  Usually that is a good thing, sometimes, it is not.

As I came out from getting cleaned up, my husband looked at me and said, "I am not sure about that color.  Don't paint anymore.  I don't think I like it."  Initially, I was peeved, very peeved.  When I ceased from thinking profane things about him (yes, I confess it, I did), and took a few deep breaths, I simply said, "then come up with a solution. I don't need more problems.  We can't have a half painted room, and I am officially done.  Do it or find someone who can."  I continued to calm down.

I was exhausted.  I worked for three and a half hours, went up and down the ladder countless times, for what?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  We did find out the color won't work in the room due to the lack of natural light, which I suppose is a positive.  But that was a lot of work to do for a negative outcome.  His delayed response plus my full steam ahead approach equals a recipe for disaster at times. 

We later discussed it, we even found a much more subtle color, and will be finding a painter to do the job for us.  Yes, I am throwing in the paint brush, I give.  The color we chose will not be a drastic change, but it will add some warmth to the place, and light, which the room needs.  Now, to find a painter.  I have officially retired.  The paint has dried, the tempers calmed, and all is better in our world.  Well, except for the half painted living room neither one of us like.