After talking about it for a year and a half, the time has finally come.
We are FINALLY making preparations to paint J’s (D’s former) room. As in, we bought the paint.
If his room were just any old traditional color, I wouldn’t be blogging about it. Some of you may recall, however, that the color has been an issue for some of us in the house (Jim) ever since we first applied it to the walls because of the anticipated amount of work it would eventually take to cover it. Let me refresh your memory:
You can read the background story here.
When D started college and J eventually came around to the decision that he wanted to get rid of the blue, I asked him what color he’d like. He really liked the idea of gray but was having a hard time figuring it out for sure, so I–being a fan of walls that pop–suggested that we paint three of the walls a light gray and one wall a bright red. J, who displays his three guitars on his walls (one of which is red), was thrilled at that idea.
I bet you can guess who wasn’t so thrilled.
It’s okay though. I reassured Jim that it will all be fine, that painting the four walls (and the ceiling, which we had painted a dark-lavender-blue color) (yes, on purpose) with primer and THEN with the new color won’t be that big of a deal. His response? “Riiight. I predict we won’t even finish half of it before you’re a sobbing mess.”
He’s probably right. What do you all think? Can I make it through, or will I flop onto the floor in the fetal position, crying that I’ve given all I can give? Discuss.