My poor son.
He is only 3 1/2 years old and is already discovering how crazy his Mama is.
He has been begging me to paint his room orange for the past month now and I just have not had the courage to do so. I have more courage painting a room black rather than a bright bold color. I wonder what that says about me. Anyhoo, instead I picked quite possibly the darkest green color out there to paint his room. I also used this color recently on an accent wall in our kitchen area and love it!
Mind you, I already wallpapered an accent wall in his room with this faux wood plank wallpaper so it was already feeling a bit cozy in there (aka, dark!).
I convinced myself that it would look amazing and I would lighten up the space with white curtains, white rug and other light colored accents. All this time my husband kept saying, “I think his room might look better in a bright color. I’m just saying.” So did any of this sway me from turning his room into a cavernous space?
Uh, no.
You see I suffer from “I’m-a-rebel-and-don’t-listen-to-anybody-else-because-I’ve-convinced-myself-that-I’m-right syndrome. This syndrome is not pretty and always ends with an “I told you so.”
Guess what?
I’m now in the process of painting his room orange. Humble pie is so yummy don’t you think?
I worked up some courage after a quick power walk around my neighborhood and returned home to start all over.
(view from my neighborhood walking trail)
While hanging my head in shame (not really, I actually do LOVE to paint) I brought out the heavy duty Kilz primer and accepted defeat.
All he kept asking me was, “Are you gonna paint it orange NOW MAMA?!?” Telling a three year old to be patient is so much fun.
So I took a 20 minute break to play catch with a t-shirt
and baseball with my paint roller extender thingy
(yes the kid does have actual toys, I was just too lazy to run downstairs to get a real ball)
After one hour the primer was dry enough so I could start painting the orange accent wall. This color is so bright the lady at the paint store said, “You’re one brave woman.” If that doesn’t send chills up your spine I don’t know what will.
Craving Mac ‘n cheese? I was and it’s what I’ve made for lunch the past two days.
All I kept thinking as I stood back wanting to hate the bright bold color was, “I hate it when I’m wrong.”