This was his first play date since we moved and I am so thankful he's making friends and experiencing new perspectives on life. Isn't that what friends are for?
While he was away, my husband and I were painting the dining room. I love my dining room. First, its oval which is just awesome. Built in china cabinets and valances above the huge window at one end and another over the buffet cabinet. The problem with this room since the second I saw the house, is the color. The room was painted a glaring caution sign yellow-gold with the window trim, baseboards, valances and outer cabinets painted white. The inside of the cabinets painted blue. Every day since June I have asked if we could paint the dining room since every meal in that room (every day) makes me want to scream. Color has huge impact on me. I'm color sensitive apparently because the boys and my husband didn't mind the combination. Eek.
The first step is, of course, to agree on paint colors. Even though he is not, I'm certain my husband is color blind. It took us a solid month to pull paint samples, test colors and finally (FINALLY) agree on colors. With that accomplished, we scheduled this 3-day weekend to paint. I just want to point out my husband and kids have Monday off, I had to take a vacation day to paint. Not an ideal vacation, but I am willing since the yellow-gold paint needs to go.
While painting, we listen to music. My husband is a metal head but appreciates a good dance track (aka, he loves Justin Timberlake). We're listening to the playlist I created and labeled "Housecleaning." It doubles as my "Dance Party" playlist. I hate cleaning so if I have to clean, I might as well dance while scrubbing. There are a few timeless ballads included so I can sing in full voice occasionally too. This playlist is a good time. My husband is tolerant, even dancing along from time to time, but he's a serious worker and focused on task.
The playlist contains everyone. Eminem, Michael Jackson, Lady Antebellum, JT, Jay-Z and Beyoncé and everyone in between. At one point, Enrique Iglesias came on with "I Like It." My husband asked if this was Bull Dog. You mean, Pit Bull? No, it's Enrique, I love Enrique. "You know he has a new album out," he said. "What? How do you know? You didn't even know this was Enrique." He said, "I saw him interviewed on Ellen DeGeneres. Enrique lives with his partner in Puerto Rico, has two boys and parasails." "WHAT?!?!?" I asked, "When did you watch Ellen DeGeneres?" Remember we don't watch TV, we Netflix. Ellen also airs in the afternoon when he is working. We don't TiVo anything, ever, either. While I'm thinking he has too much free time, he told me he watched the episode while waiting for the doctor the other day. Ah yes, that explains it. Shocking, but explained.
We're still painting today, photos will post when we're done. So far it's awesome and I love it. The kids are raking and bagging leaves, living the rough life (minus the crepes for breakfast and the hot chocolate fortification during break time).
Not even a teaser??? What general part of the color scale did you lean towards?
You have to read my hashtags….#autumn sunrise on the walls, #witches brew on the trim, cabinets and valances.