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It's All in a Day's Work

Hero Guy and I have a few straggling rooms in our house with the original 11-year-old paint on them, which is not a pretty sight considering that when we moved in I insisted on everything being white. I was protesting against living in a log house so I was determined to keep the interior as modern and non-country looking as possible with the all open floor plan and large expanses of white walls.

Many of our rooms have since been painted but our living room, which we really didn't use much until the last few years, was one of them. It was getting to the embarrassing point, especially considering the non-washable surface of flat paint (who knows who chose that particular finish--not me!)

Anyway, at the first hint that Hero Guy might be willing to actually help me paint today, I dashed around all day Thursday and Friday gathering supplies and only making one boo-boo with a quart of paint that turned out to be the WRONG color. That's quite an accomplishment for procrastinator such as myself. We started at 8am, done by 12:30, room put back together by 1:30. It helps that we had the heat blasting and fireplace going considering the irritating snow flurries we got yesterday. Unbelievable--Thanksgiving isn't even here yet, and we're getting snow.

But I digress. I'm happy today. Because my living room walls don't look like I let my kids use them as hand towels anymore. At least for a bit anyway. I also got a bonus. I realized that it was entirely unnecessary for me to wait for 11 years to have Hero Guy install an outlet cover on the one outlet that is in complete and utter view from any standpoint of the room--I did it perfectly well myself. Now I just have to get going on the complementary taupe color that will finish the room and flow into the rest of the house. Somehow I know I'll be doing the rest of the painting by my lonesome.

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Barb said…
I'm laughing at it taking eleven years for you to realize you could fix that outlet cover. But you know, getting the living room done is going to make you feel like it's a whole new house. Good for you.

Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment on my all-over-the-place Thursday Thirteen post this week.
:-)
11/04/2006 5:57 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Love, love, love that color! I also really like that clock, very cool. Always fun to do stuff that changes the look of a room.

I've been having a hankering to have our downstairs main living area repainted and a different color but doubt I can talk hubby into it anytime soon...
11/04/2006 9:30 PM
Anonymous said…
We have a color green in our living room too! AND Marianne helped us SO much with the matching! She is a great home interior decorator! Our living room is SO cozy now, it's small but the color and the decor (Northwoods) gives it a good, comfy feel!
~Sue
11/04/2006 10:02 PM
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11/04/2006 10:03 PM
Unknown said…
It looks MARVELOUS and the clock is awesome!

I wish I had the nerve to dive into painting our walls. We moved into our home 4 years ago, Bobby likes the neutral color but I really want to add color. Bobby gave me the green light to "Paint The House" well over a year ago but I'm still so nervous. Maybe this will help me lean in that direction...
11/04/2006 10:04 PM
Anonymous said…
For the first time ever, I started painting colors around our house. I always liked them but worried about taking the plunge. Now we've got khaki, sage, navy and butter yellow to liven up our many white walls. We've only been in our house for 2 years......now I know, thanks to you, that I have plenty of time to finish!!
11/07/2006 1:43 AM
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