I Finally Painted

There is a huge history about the color of the walls in my home. Little did I know when I first married that I married a man with super strong opinions. I had no idea how passionate he is about white walls. When I say white walls, I mean walls that appear white. They may not truly be white, but to me they look white. Evan says they are off-white. Anyways, he wants white, or super light colored walls. And I like color. Maybe it is because I grew up with a pink room and pink carpets. My brothers had blue walls with blue carpets. Or maybe I think color adds happiness. Either way, I would like my walls to be something other that white. Evan is just like his dad and wants all white walls.

Evan and I have been going back and forth since we bought this house on colored walls. I once even went and painted one of the walls in the playroom and beautiful tan color, and Evan painted back over it white.  He really wants white walls. We finally agreed on something for that playroom and I got to paint one wall green and he painted the others what he calls a light green. They look white to me.

Evan finally gave in and agreed that I could paint a wall red in the front room. I was excited. I went and got a paint sample and as you can see I grafitied on the wall to see if I liked that shade of red. I was going to paint all the kids names on the wall but didn't have the piano moved out yet and then Gavin pulled of his diaper and made a mess and another child did something that I had to help with and then I had to be somewhere and just didn't get back to it.

 I loved the paint color.

 So I went back and bought a gallon of the beautiful red paint painted two walls. It is gorgeous. Makes me feel happy. Adds character to my home. I love, love, love it. I think it still needs a 2nd coat. I will get to that. Maybe next week. But for now, just enjoying the beauty of something other than white walls.