Color My World

Just over a week ago, we had the carpets professionally cleaned in both our condos. Since we had to move darn near everything out to have that work done, T and I got to talking about how it would be "easy" to paint the relatively empty rooms.

We've lived in these places for almost six years now, and they were still sporting the same plain old off-white paint that they had when we moved in. There were plenty of dings and marks on all the walls, and the places were just starting to look dingy.

Neither T nor I are fans of the basic white wall. Given our preferences, we'd have painted top to bottom within the first year of residence here. Himself however was just fine and happy with our pristine white walls. No matter how we tried to talk to Him about the notion of painting four or five years ago, His response was a firm and definitive "no." And around here, a "no" from Himself is the end of the conversation. So, our walls have remained plain white.

This last week, however, when the question of painting came up, He gave the go-ahead. You could have knocked me over. Still, knocked over or not, it didn't take the two of us very long to pick some likely paint colors, and the very next day, I was at the Home Depot purchasing the paint and needed tools/supplies.

Painting slave was born. We talked it over and decided that it really wasn't wise for T to try and paint as her knees are not at all good. So, I've painted and painted and painted. Got my place "finished" yesterday, and planned to move and do T's side of the household today. She took today and tomorrow off from work, and we discussed the possibility that perhaps she could do the base level trim if she simply "scooted" around the perimeter of the rooms on her backside. With that agreement in place, I hauled the ladder and other assorted crap next door, and she and I worked like fiends. She painted low and I painted high. When we finished all the "cut" work, I started in to roll paint onto the walls. We worked all day long, but tonight, both our places are freshly painted and looking great.

Even Master -- He who has held out for white walls all these many years, likes the new, fresh, clean look. The painting slaves are tired out. But it is all good.

swan