The problem with grand plans is that a certain amount of back breaking effort is required to convert them to reality. It took THO and I a while to muster up the enthusiasm for said effort.
Step one was painting the walls - we wanted to get this out of the way before we put down new carpeting. I decided that I wanted the walls to be white. And I wanted one accent wall. THO toodled off to Home Depot and came back with eighty nine white sample cards from the Behr range of paints. Did I want Moon Rise? Was Vermont Cream a better bet? What were my feelings about Cotton Fluff? Was Polar Bear what I secretly desired, or perhaps Snowy Pine had caught my eye? I (pretty much at random) pointed at three of the whites. THO brought home three little sample paints and put up swathes on the wall to help us choose. We ended up picking the boringly named Creamy White. Next up, the accent wall. I started off wanting this to be green. THO dutifully picked out green samples, we pored over them together, selected our favourites and got the samples up on the wall. The colours looked like mold, phlegm and three day old cow cud to me. I went off greens and decided that yellow would be so much prettier. Rinse and repeat. I hated every yellow we tried out with a passion. THO, with patience worthy of sainthood, did not blink an eye when I declared that purple was the way to go. He is a better person that I. Luckily, I really liked the purple (called Wildflower) and we did not have to test the strength of our union any further.
The next task was the one we both dreaded the most - taping. Taping sucks. Until you start taping you forget what a mind numbing painful awful task it is and how you swore on everything holy the last time you did it that you would never, ever under any circumstances ever do it again. And the room will always surprise you with how many little things there are to tape that you did not previously consider. Once we were all taped, THO donned his Dexter outfit (a white plastic full body painting suit) and went on a painting binge. Over a weekend and a couple of weeknights he worked on two coats on 3 white walls (and the inside of our Harry Potter closet), two coats of purple on our accent wall, and finally, one half wall of chalkboard paint. The dog and I kept trying to sneak into the room and both of us were repeatedly chased away. When he was all done though, I was thrilled. The room no longer closely resembled a dingy dungeon. Paint is a magical thing.
A couple of weeks later our carpet shipment arrived and the transformation was complete. The dog adores the new carpet, as you can see
Here is the 'before' again aka the dingy dungeon of depression:
And here is the after:
Our canvas is ready. Next stop, the mural.
Step one was painting the walls - we wanted to get this out of the way before we put down new carpeting. I decided that I wanted the walls to be white. And I wanted one accent wall. THO toodled off to Home Depot and came back with eighty nine white sample cards from the Behr range of paints. Did I want Moon Rise? Was Vermont Cream a better bet? What were my feelings about Cotton Fluff? Was Polar Bear what I secretly desired, or perhaps Snowy Pine had caught my eye? I (pretty much at random) pointed at three of the whites. THO brought home three little sample paints and put up swathes on the wall to help us choose. We ended up picking the boringly named Creamy White. Next up, the accent wall. I started off wanting this to be green. THO dutifully picked out green samples, we pored over them together, selected our favourites and got the samples up on the wall. The colours looked like mold, phlegm and three day old cow cud to me. I went off greens and decided that yellow would be so much prettier. Rinse and repeat. I hated every yellow we tried out with a passion. THO, with patience worthy of sainthood, did not blink an eye when I declared that purple was the way to go. He is a better person that I. Luckily, I really liked the purple (called Wildflower) and we did not have to test the strength of our union any further.
The next task was the one we both dreaded the most - taping. Taping sucks. Until you start taping you forget what a mind numbing painful awful task it is and how you swore on everything holy the last time you did it that you would never, ever under any circumstances ever do it again. And the room will always surprise you with how many little things there are to tape that you did not previously consider. Once we were all taped, THO donned his Dexter outfit (a white plastic full body painting suit) and went on a painting binge. Over a weekend and a couple of weeknights he worked on two coats on 3 white walls (and the inside of our Harry Potter closet), two coats of purple on our accent wall, and finally, one half wall of chalkboard paint. The dog and I kept trying to sneak into the room and both of us were repeatedly chased away. When he was all done though, I was thrilled. The room no longer closely resembled a dingy dungeon. Paint is a magical thing.
A couple of weeks later our carpet shipment arrived and the transformation was complete. The dog adores the new carpet, as you can see
Here is the 'before' again aka the dingy dungeon of depression:
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