I guess I didn’t learn my lesson the first time, because I took my kids to the paint store, again. Not by choice, of course, but because it is summer and if I left them home, I would probably get arrested. I say probably, because after meeting my kids the cops might understand. Like the lady in the paint store, who after witnessing the debacle that is my three children, told me all about the summer camp her children used to attend, “They picked them up at eight and dropped them off at six. It was great.” I’m sure it was. Don’t you just love unsolicited advice?
Or, like the post office worker, who took my picture for my passport and processed my paper work, after spending ten minutes with my children, asked me where I was going, and if I was coming back. Yea, ha, ha, funny guy.
But anyway, back to the paint store. Do you remember in when I organized First Son’s room? Well, around that time, Sherwin Williams was having a sale on paint, so I bought navy blue paint for his walls. I never got around to actually painting them, but I had a plan, navy blue walls, two red stripes, because he loves red and racing stripes, with a thin white stripe in between. (Aren’t I so ambitious! :))
After a few months, I started reconsidering the navy. His room is the sunniest in the house and although I think it could have handled the navy just fine, I started to wonder if it was just a bit too dark for a nine year old. So, I told him there was going to be a change. The new plan, light blue walls, red large stripes, and some thinner navy stripes in between.
That plan was derailed, yesterday, when we went to buy the paint and my son was overcome with love for an electric blue paint chip, also known as Benjamin Moore’s Rocky Mountain Sky.
I tried to talk him out of it, laid out my plan, showed him how beautiful the colors I picked looked together, but he persisted and reminded me that I let Little Lady choose her color, so why couldn’t he choose his. Funny, he can’t remember where he left the shoes he took off one hour previously, but he remembers the green room debate. Nevertheless, he had a point.
I know, I know, it’s my house, blah, blah, blah, but shouldn’t you love the room you live in? I think so. So, if electric blue makes him happy, than why not. I’m all for happy children,
What I’m not all for is cutting in. In fact, I hate it. And I hate it more, when the color is electric blue (or bright green for that matter), and any little shake of the hand earns you with a nice blue splotch on a pristine white ceiling.
I didn’t finish, and of course, ran out of paint, because sample sizes are just that, samples, and I didn’t have the time or energy to take everyone back to the paint store. As you can see, I was a little giddy by then.
So, this morning, in an effort to save my sanity, I called in my order. I asked the guy on the phone to give me the same exact paint that was in the sample, because that’s what I used to cut in. You know what he said? “Bad idea.”
Um, excuse me?
Yes, as it turns out those little samples are like little mystery paints. No one is exactly sure what blend or sheen they come from, so odds are, according to said paint guy, I’ll have to paint over everything that I’ve already done. As if! Those edges better blend or we’re going ombre.
I’ll let you know.