...and the things you will do. So said Dr. Seuss. Well, I've been to a lot of places in my time on this planet and I've done a thing or two in my day. Right now? On the sandbar? We're fixin' to re-do.
I'm not sure why I'm writin' with a twang, but after a long conversation with a friend of mine from down south, I do believe my inner-Belle is leaking out.
Anyhoo...
As I said, we've been fixin' up the farm the last couple of months, what with the roof blowing off in a colossal rain storm in April, it sort of needed a bit of an overhaul. What started as one small little drip, drip, drip at 5-am one Tuesday morning has now resulted in a whole new roof plus a new ceiling for our second level hallway.
But here's the thing. You start with a simple thing like fixing the water-damaged ceiling and the next thing you know you're painting the whole darned house. Because of course when the ceiling guys fixed and painted our ceiling they cut the ceiling colour into the wall colour and hey, since we no longer have that particular shade of muddy paint lurking about in our basement anymore, well, there's no better excuse to paint the whole house than fixing a ceiling.
Right?
You see, in the design of the time our house was built (early last century) the upstairs hallway leads to the stairway walls, which (you guessed it) lead to our main floor level and you're right! There is no logical break in any of those walls to cut off one shade of mud from another, so we're painting the whole shooting match, upstairs, stairway, living-room, nook, hallway & mud-room. The whole shootin' match.
Currently our home is painted a lovely shade of capuccino. I tend to think of it as a neutral shade of mud. It's a bit dark for my taste so I'm planning to lighten up the farm with a lovely shade of parmesan...or pismo dunes...or butter cream. We're still colour testing various shades of light, creamy, buttery, soft, warm, hues of yellows. Buzz is afraid we'll end up with a ray of sunshine bleeding across the walls, but me? I'm all for the yellow. Bring it. What better way to counter-act all the grey and dismal days we have here on the sandbar?
I'd show you to samples of what we're considering, but I couldn't get the colours to come our right...so, you may have to wait until the final product...which could take a while since my mother refuses to come to the sandbar to help with this project. I don't know why suddenly, after Atlanta, Maui, Vancouver she's suddenly boycotting painting my homes, but there you go.
So, stay tuned...further updates on the re-do will be posted soon.
