So I’ve been painting……
This will be the third post about painting within my home in the past three weeks.
I am obviously ripe for the picking when it comes to blogging topics.
Listen, I am very proud that I did something other than laundry and make dinner so paint posts it is.
I don’t often get the creative bug as much as I used to, which is bittersweet for me. So when I do, I must document it for the world (aka you guys) to see. To prove that I have done something other than laundry and making dinner.
In the spring of 2015, I was beginning the long descent into the abyss called menopause. I took all of you along for the ride and you still aren’t the same for it. I am really sorry, by the way.
I painted some doors in my home because I needed light in my life. I was painting during hormonal tough times which is like painting when you are pregnant. It’s not a good thing. It’s a very bad, bad thing. Why you ask? Because you feel like your home needs to look like a Caribbean port town. At least that’s me.
My innocent doors that were perfectly fine as they were:
Well, they weren’t making the cut, if you will.
They were voted off the island.
I painted them this color:
I regretted this almost immediately after the first paint stroke. But my menopausal brain convinced me that my reasoning skills were shit, so I kept painting.
For the next year and a half, I told myself that it’s okay. That in fact it looked even better all the while mentally stroking my hair.
Now now, Kari. It will be fine. Look at your blue doors and know that this is exactly what you need.
Until one day I snapped out of it while answering the door.
HOLY SHIT MY DOORS ARE BLUE.
I found a Sherwin Williams color that I loved when I was on my Sherwin William paint chip spree recently.
I knew I needed a darker paint because life is just too hard on doors and light blue shows everything. In fact, these doors were originally white. That was why I painted them black, to begin with. But lack of common sense be what it may, I went back to a lighter color.
I ended up with the color Urbane Bronze because it wasn’t as dark as the black but was darker than the light blue.
It looks so much better, doesn’t it? Plus the blue doors would have completely clashed with my Joanna Gaines foyer color.
I know what you’re thinking, it looks black, but it’s a dark gray.
You can see it a little better in the picture above.
Much better than the calypso party that was going on here a year and a half ago.
So if you need anything in your home painted and live within a two-hour radius of me, I can be hired out for painting services.
After I do my laundry, of course.