Think, pink.

Is it possible to love your wall colour?
I mean love love. Not just strongly like, but looooooove. LURVE love.


Love love love.


After the pain suffered earlier on this week from the epic wall colour failure, today I was able to look my walls in the eye and make amends. We're friends again.


Hello walls. It's good to see you. My you're looking beautiful today. Your colour really brings out the grain in your window frames. Let's have dinner soon. Kissy kissy smoochy smooch.....



Thanks to Dear Painterman, yesterday we spent 4+hrs working on the walls. I nearly had a stroke when I walked into the house, only to see that the walls which had been repainted for the second time, in a shade browner than I'd ever care to admit to liking, saw that they were Mother Freakin' Lavender again. AGAIN!


I threw up my hands in disgust with whatever I could find around me to blame the purple hue on. The floors, it must be the oak floors. The sunlight - maybe it was the UV rays coming in that were throwing our eye off - the colour was EXACTLY the same colour that I have in my current house which reads almost charcoal grey - so double you tee eff? I could not for the life of me figure out what was going on and said to Dear Painterman, whatever, we'll live with it - just go ahead and finish the work. Grumpy as all get out.


About an hour later, he says to me "Do you want me to patch the hole in the ceiling" (in the dining room) which meant that we were going to be paying even more, on top of our screw up, we'd be dealing with having to have the ceiling painted, but Dr. Handsome and I conceded that if we were going to paint the ceiling, now was the time to do it before the final coat of paint went on to the walls.


So there we were, Dear Painterman and I in the kitchen, sorting through the 1500 or so white paint samples to find one that would work with the walls. Why? Why not just find "white" and paint it that colour? Well I'll tell you why - white, isn't white. White is green. White is blue. White is d*uchebag beige. White is pink.


What? What did I just say?
White is pink?


Back up a second there Chico - and back your butt back all the way into the dining room.


There we were, Dear Painterman and I, staring gobsmacked at our five white paint chips that were all staring up at us, mocking us. Pink. WTF?


In a simultaneous motion, both of our heads travelled upwards as we collectively had a Eureka moment. With Dear Painterman clambering up the ladder as fast as his little legs could take him, he pressed the paint chip against the ceiling - the white ceiling and there - there the ugly truth came out. The G*d damned ceiling was painted mother-effing pink.
I kid you not Dear Friends, I kid you not. White paint chip. Pink ceiling. Pink ceiling + grey walls = LAVENDER.


Easy peasy - we paint the ceiling. We paint the freaking ceiling, and the walls are magically transformed to the colour we picked out on the chip. Brilliant.


(click on all photos to enlarge image)

dining room.

dining room before

living room.

living room before

stairway to heaven.

stairway before

master.

(check out the ceiling) 

and click here for the before.

master br. ceiling paper(ed).

ceiling before

Now Dear Readers, here's what I have to tell you. #1. If you want to paint your ceiling, don't buy cheap crappy crap ceiling paint - the kind that rolls on pink and then dries white? Yeah, guess what? It dries pink. I don't care what the fancy pants paint companies will tell you, that paint, will dry white. #2. Pick a paint colour for your ceiling that will compliment your walls. It's not hard, it's not painful, and in the end, it will save you money and time and endless frustration when you stare at your walls and hate them, wondering why they look so terrible. Terrible and pink.

But now my walls are beautiful and grey, and my ceilings are perfectly, white.

and #3. Keep reading <3

D.