About 5 months ago, the girl asked me if she could repaint her room.
Make it “her’s” she said.
I said sure, as long as you purchase the stuff and do the work. Because I had painted the room a lovely pale pink with an appropriate boarder, and I wasn’t. going. to. paint. again!
So for months she perused books, magazines, and the Internet of all manor of Edwardian/Victorian bedrooms. Looking at deep mauve’s and rich golds. I was elated.
About 2 months ago she came home loaded down with paint buckets, rollers, brushes, etc.
I couldn’t wait to see the final colors she chose.
Oh Internets! I was so unprepared.
What happened to the mauve, gold, sage, cream????
I didn’t look in the room for about a month. Because GREEN!
And when I did, I thought I might have another heart palpitation or 10.
What I really should have done was call Hoarders Buried Alive.
It stayed like that for a good month while she painted, and painted and painted.
The slow gene, it didn’t come from me.
I refused to look even in the direction of her room.
Then began the ripping up of the carpet.
That took some time too.
Finally, finally, finally she said she was finished and would I please, please, pretty please come and look at how lovely her room looked.
All I could think was GREEN!!!
It doesn’t look to bad.
She has ordered some curtains and bedding to match the walls and trim.
And look what we found underneath the still in really good condition carpet? A wonderful hard wood floor! I am once again elated!
Which got me to thinking…I wonder the hallway looks that pretty.
And while it is hardwood, someone painted it. A gross army tan.
Who in their right mind would paint a lovely hardwood floor?
Now begins a new project.
Strip and refinish the hall way.
If I had known what doing her room would lead to, I would have said forgetaboutit.