You will never see me wearing yellow by choice. But I decided to paint the dining room walls yellow, a very bold departure for me. Usually, I pick an offwhite and use a light color for trim. Not this time. I wanted something that would leave me in no doubt that it had COLOR. G was game. (Guess he hasn't been writing much this summer and was bored by other jobs.) Armed with paint chips, I began looking and quickly narrowed my choices. In walks E after camp and immediately picks the only chip that has orange in it. Now, E prefers VERY bold colors, so she's picked the color that is deepest. Which wouldn't do for the walls at all. The rule is go two shades lighter than the one you like on the strip.
Orange is perhaps even less one of my colors than yellow is (and bright red is right out).
So ignoring my color expert (E), G got me several samples of the yellows I had selected. ALL of which went beige or greenish on my walls. A quality of the light. And guess what? Going 2-3 shades lighter than E's pick actually looked very yellow. Duh. Should have listened to my color expert (E). She might be 9, but she has one hell of an eye for it.
Of course, E then selected this very fluorescent yellow called Lemon Meringue instead. Now that would have glowed in the dark. So we *ahem* edited her final selection and didn't mention it. Her orange is on the doors to the living room, which were once the french doors to a patio before the addition was built.
And now? I'm liking a green for my office. But we won't be moving the books and bookcases to do it. We'll be painting the edges, I think. I think. Heck of an opportunity to get those books dusted properly.
Photos below the cut of G teaching E to paint properly. Maybe when she grows up she too can be a painter when the art thing isn't paying the rent very well.
G gives E a lesson in proper painting of walls.
E puts on the first coat behind the china closet...guess I get to wash my mother's bone china now.
and my wine glasses and my bowls and etc., currently covering the guest bed.
Friday E and G worked on the doors...
No one but E is sure about the doors, but man I like the way the walls are turning out, in several lightings. This one happens to have G's spotlight on it.
Need more paint down here...G was hesitant to let E paint the doors, but she wheedled and wheedled until he gave in. Men are such pushovers for a cute girl. He wanted her to paint inbetween the panes, but she wanted to do *this* part. She's no one's Indian to their Chief. (Neither is her mom, quel surprise)
This looks back into the dining room and shows the wall that hasn't been painted yet...off-white.
Ok, Mom. You can turn OFF the camera now. Bye.
E had sedation dentistry on Friday and she's looking pretty good at this point. 11 cavities and a tooth extracted, courtesy of not going to the dentist because I couldn't have explained the process to her before now. I've promised myself this was a one-shot deal and she'll go from now on. They have lots of ways to make it fun for kids these days. Watch a movie. Lasers. Who knew.
And if that weren't fun enough yesterday (your child scarily looking like she's overdosed on alcohol or drugs), the dentist found a louse, courtesy of summer camp. We are now combing and washing and vacuuming. Oh joy. Hey, I didn't really want to get any work done. Thankfully, we seem to have caught the situation very early.